not much unlike the plastic film covering of single serving microwave meal – ballooning, and ballooning – he eventually discovered it less tiring to exhale, release and retract.
far and further still,
until his back would become his front and he would be, irretrievably, bereft of a dimension. he would give way and cave in for safety, or rather a groundless sense of safety. he must decide now whether to hold himself translucent or opaque. walk out of the door between him and the world and decide himself either a two-dimensional day dream or absent-minded daze.