always empty space outside the place you left right away what it is that this is is there never any empty space never a vacuum only the environment the frame the cosmic microwave background radiation the white noise of communicating like micro facial expressions expressed in the execution of a lie fleeting but there while any vacuum is abhorred or impossible there is no such thing as an isolation not no man is an island but that there are no islands not surrounded by some medium (exempla gratis water) what everything is is presence itself by nature there is no nothing or if there is it is outside the bounds of what we would call the universe (or adjacent facets of the multiverse) never any holes in the senses the raw red hypersaturated stimulation of the senses to escape from into only chilled static waters just-above freezing and totally still holding your head under until your skin feels white and twitching and your lungs are lightning but your head is numb and you get up and shake off and sit back down on the couch and turn on the tv before you even wake up