This is a wonderful story. The tone is full of anxiety. It grabs all the reader's attention and makes them want to read on. The reader is wondering if the man in the story will find the peace he needs in his life. They will read to the last word to find out. The plot is straight forward and moves along logically. In the story, a man ponders his place in the universe. The conflict is well defined. There is no doubt about what is going on here. The characterization is fully developed and believable. The story concentrates on the confused man, and he comes across as a real person. There is no dialogue but it is not needed here. The description is detailed and vivid. It puts the reader all the way into the story. I did come across one structural issue that needs your attention:
1)Perhaps if I segregate my black thoughts from the white, the deep from the shallow, the picture will become clear. I could file them in categories then piece them together in some sort of coherent and grand unification theory; you know, the meaning of life and shit like that.
Until then, maybe I can store them in those plastic boxes from Staples. Except, wait, I probably have hoarder tendencies. If so, I know what happens next - I'll die in an avalanche of unbalanced thoughts. Found in my kitchen, still in my chair, Eureka on my lips, a plastic toy penguin in my fist.-These are two separate paragraphs and need to be double spaced.
The story is consistent in terms of point of view and tense. Great job.