[ WP ] You suddenly realize you ca n't see any words or letters . Your phone , text messages , keyboards , books , webpages , advertisements , etc . are all blank .

'Well this is fucked.' 
 
 Exasperated, I put down the book I was reading. Turning the page, just as the novel reached a climatic scene in which Mrs. Rotherfordham had revealed her true sexuality to her doting husband, a long time resident of Wallertham county, Florida and was in the process of working on his golf swing which had deteriorated the marriage over many years resulting in the sexually piqued interest of his wife in the newly hired maid, the next page had been infuriatingly blank. 
 
 To be honest, I had n't really been interested in the book, and much like Mr. Rotherfordham's golf swing, over the years it had n't really improved as I'd forged on with it, ironically provided the main thrust of novel, a sort of self generated feedback loop with no real direction. It had been absolutely tripe, but I'd just kept at it, swinging away at the lifeless novel as my own girlfriend began to lose interest in our relationship as well. 
 
 So that the only part of the novel which seemed to reflect my own life would just vanish was if nothing fucking inconsiderate. 
 
 I leafed through the rest of the book just to see. Yep, all blank. What a fucking joke I thought. Or maybe it was n't. Maybe it was symbolic. Maybe the publisher intended it to be this way. 
 
 But why? So that the lack of self generated effort generated another energy only to be cut off, a lesson in emotional control, to watch the golf ball instead of hitting, even knowing that it desperately wanted to be released, begging to be released into the air, the emotional weight crashing around the failing structures and seams of the relationship, pulling it all down, Mr Rotherforham on his knees weeping, betrayed and alone. 
 
 Then, I flicked back over the book, and realised the whole bloody thing was blank. 
 
 Not two moments before I had been reading those very pages. How bizarre. 
 
 I put it out of my mind, and lumbered over to my bed. 
 
 I must be really fucking tired I thought. 
 
 I reached over to my light and clicked it off. 
 
'Good night Mom' 
 
 No response. 
 
'Mom?'
