He had settled in, a comfortable plateau of inaction and minimal responsibility. A most likely candidate to host the demon of apathy, seeking a void to contain the vast amount of depth he carried inside of him. He had found it, just as he did where ever he went. A way to create stillness around him to displace the inner sanctum of his chaotic existence.

His demeanor, much like his environment contradicted that rage of his deliberation, but the extent of which if reflected, represented a running animal, cold and calculating and with a violence hungered to create a void from what was life.

It is no wonder his need to delve into a sphere of distracted indifference was so strong.

His calm acceptance of undoing

his peaceful contentment to be discontent

his concurrent lack of need for social activity.

his complete willingness to avoid new relationships.

It was easy, loosing himself in a vast imagination , in his multi-talnted devices. Contact to him was a thing of science and experimental progression. Activity was reason to not be doing what he wanted.

The world outside his window was just an ever-changing still-life

To never leave the walls of this place.

His complete state of unliving.