Where is the simplicity of being idle?
I stand here waiting...
... For nothing,
Contemplating nothing.
My timing must be off
because I seek periods of something in between
Nothing.
Maybe if I cook this egg,
Scramble it's guts,
Stir it's insides,
Flip it's bottom.
I am careful not to touch
The stove,
The pan,
Neither the eye nor the spatula...
I stare and wait...
And then nothing happens.
& Then...
...More nothing.
There is no time for nothing, I have achieved nothing...
... The eggs burn!

That's a great picture you painted~