Nevada
A man sits alone, his body pressed up against a hard steel wall, sweet slowly dripping from his forehead.
A broken monitor lays only feet from his body, the low hum of a computer can still be heard.
Files and papers line the floor, thrown from their home in a wild fashion.
The man, with a million thoughts running through his mind, tries to cry but can't. He can bearly breath as he looks foward, his mind adrift.
He is able to push a few words out of his still shivering mouth, "...I don't exist..."
