A dark window and glowing screen were his world. Time had no place there, and noises faded to the background. The sounds of life behind him and the lullabies of his playlist only pushed him futher into the words and images. No aim or purpose, what folly the term navigation is in the sea of information! What was he looking for? Whatever it might be the screen was a false treasure map. Constant signs it provided, interesting facts, tales of existence, limitless fiction and creativity. But a journey without destination is perilous. What starts as entertainment becomes purpose. The mind supplies objectives. But each mission is more unfulfilling than the last. How can he leave a prison thats walls stretch as far as the imagination of millions?