The Minister of Culture Gets His Wish By Mark Strand

The Minister of Culture goes home after a grueling day at the
office. He lies on his bed and tries to think of nothing, but
nothing hap-pens or, more precisely, does not happen. Nothing
is elsewhere doing what nothing does, which is to expand the
dark. But the minister is patient, and slowly things slip away—
the walls of his house, the park across the street, his friends in
the next town. He believes that nothing has finally come to him
and, in its absent way, is saying, “Darling, you know how much
I have always wanted to please you, and now I have come. And
what is more, I have come to stay.”