Why Does Nothing Make Sense?

The world swirled at his feet, a mess of things that were too urgent for him to take any notice of. The deadlines, the appointments, the obligations all merged into a slurry of missed opportunities and wrong decisions. He looked down at it from the throne of his computer desk, but his fingers remained poised on the keyboard. He closed his eyes and let his fingers find the letters they wanted. He opened his eyes. W, S, D, N, M. He paused and studied the keys. Why Does Nothing Make Sense? He smiled. He wasn’t sure why that had come up so quickly, but it fitted in nicely enough. He typed out the title, and the words spattered onto his monitor. And then… then there was the pause. It was then that he realised he wasn’t trying to answer the question. He was waiting for the question to answer itself. Why didn’t anything make sense? He paused again, and his eyes strayed down to the clock. It was late. Except, he reminded himself, it wasn’t late at all. But he was too far into the day to salvage anything now. Alex had been right. The day really did break up after eight in the evening. So why didn’t anything make sense? The question still lay there. Unanswered. The blank void underneath it that stretched out into the infinity of his hard drive mocked him endlessly. But then… then it came. Some things didn’t make sense. But they had to be there to remind him that not everything had a solution. Not every question had an answer. Not every lock had a key. He leant back in his chair, not satisfied but no longer hungry for an answer because there was no question. He let his fingers settle on the keys again. T, Y, M, K. Make The Key Yourself.

Absolutely, he thought.