empty

There was a big empty wall in a local restaurant.

The sacrament of the algorithm is most likely an empty dream, delivering not post-human Paradise, but silicon oblivion.

After 60 minutes, I was sitting in front of an empty flip chart, panicking a bit.

I'm like, "No." I'm like, "It's literally just empty."

I use a few, but then mostly I tell myself I'm going to keep them and then they just end up in my bag like this, mostly empty.