polluted with writings

I have nothing to write about.
That's because I can't think of anything else, except nothing.
But nothing is really true.
Nothing else is worth writing about.
It's better than everything.
There is indeed something in nothing.
But if I write about nothing, something becomes polluted.
I don't mean the same as saying writing spoils nothing,
I mean, writing spoils everything, including nothing.
Yes, that's what I mean.
Maybe you can see nothing now.
This blog was filled with nothing.
It is now not nothing anymore.
Now it is polluted with writings.

how sad.