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A boy. Among friends. Suddenly his world shifts: deconstruction, derealization, confusion. Panicking, he flees.

Alone now, calm, contemplative. Strong desire to understand. Retraces thoughts, discovers possible source: delves in, examining memory.

In this mental deconstruction, he removes himself from himself. Now inside, his perspective vanishes. He isolates himself further, and further, until everything disappears, time halts, chaos reigns.

Hours later. Recovered once again, the boy rolls over and turns on his bedside light (outside – the beauty of the night, the barks of otters, a drifting tranquillity). He grapples with the day, searching for integrity. Finding none, he falls to his usual recourse; abstraction. Opening his notebook, he sets down the words, "A boy…"