So. He drifts and whiles away.

Like those commuters who have no home.

This sidles up along the revelation that life is all grey.

After some time, he finds that, more articulately, Nothing is True.

In his self-imposed paralysis, he musters the strength to groan all about.

His teeth gnash, and his head thrashes erratically. 

But, what to do, he thinks.