Ezra stared at the blank wall.
There was nothing to look at. Nothing to do. Ezra wanted nothing, and nothing was given to her. With nothing to do, Ezra was neither happy nor sad nor angry nor anything. He was nothing. He simply was.
With nothing happening, nothing needed to be done. So Ezra did nothing at all, and nothing was all he needed.
And so Ezra was, and was not. For what could Ezra be if Ezra was nothing? He was nothing, and nothing was him, and thus, there was nothing.