Only the dim blueish glow of the cartesian grid gives something like structure to the unfathomamble black void. My eyes just lock on the grid. Yet there is nothing else. But the void is ready and set, it waits. It waits for my input via the interface, for my creativity to give birth to something. By defining points, edges, polygons I carve volumes out of the void, or into it. Now there is something the grid can lock on. Joining, subtracting, manipulating the volumes, giving them surfaces and qualities, flipping them inside out. A world emerges. A world other individuals will be able to experience. My creation.