He whistled and whirled around in circles, shutting his eyes and opening them in a repeated succession. His heavy heart he carried through weighed him down while the water dripped from the plastic walls. Tangential thoughts came in and out, branching off like some sort of infinitesimal regress down into a deep abyss. The one thing that was underpinning everything was the burden. It ate at him from the inside, it ruptured his organs, the feeling mimicked one where the light of day ceased to exist. Slaving away, for a greater, overall goal, striving for self-actualisation and flailed around at his inability, his ineptness, his... He. He weighed him down, He stopped him from achieving what He wanted while he pushed He away while he ran into the deep regress.