No, not really.
(Though I imagine they might)
But I thought this up as a name for a poem I may write someday.

I still have nothing to blog about.
Nothing happens to me.



To the left is a photograph of nothing.

Today, I feel empty, but also resentful, and melancholy.
As if my life once had meaning, but it was taken away, and now I cannot remember...
The only feeling that occupies my brittle bones and battered consciousness is the hollow sense of nothingness...
O, cruel fate! Why-for, dost thou torment my waking hours and night-dreams with this crushing frigidity? This grounded feeling of unbelonging? Thou has left my shriveled husk upon this Earth for none than to rot! Alone. Unknown.
I am not but a wingless bird; a lost monster; a windup toy; an ancient soul!
Nothing.
Nothing.

Nothing.

Hello. My name is Severus Snape.
And this is my blog.
A blog that the Dark Lord so graciously gave to me
for my own personal use.
I do not what I will blog about.
Being a middle-aged professor, in addition to a Death Eater,
I have little experience in the way of blogs.
Goodbye.