Sometimes you’ve got nothing left.
Nothing left in the tank.
Nothing left to give.
Nothing left to lose.
Nothing leftover.
Nothing left to add.
Nothing left to take away.
Nothing left.
Nothing more.
Nothing.
“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.” – Bilbo Baggins, from J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Fellowship of the Ring”.