death as measured in numbers and old books

[Jeremy Hight]

Jeremy dreamed of an art show of just lines and glass jars of different basic geometric shapes filled to varying degrees with what appeared to be vegetable oil.  He saw that the art show had a booklet full of numbers and equations by the empty table where the wine and cheese should have been.  The shapes were the exact measure of what was not there.  The lines were precise outlines of what was not physically there down to the inch and fraction of a pound.  The large room was full in fact of nothing, a great mass of nothing , a great hall of nothing, a crowd of it as well.  

The booklet was the precise calculations, the exact theoretical underpinnings, the graceful and stark at once semiotics.....of nothing.  

He awoke to a sky that seemed endless, to stars sure long dead glimmering pin point in a great jawless mouth in all directions above.