He parted the company of his consciousness for what seemed to be a moment, to find the smoke of his cigarette petrified in a ubiquity like a still shot taken from a film noire. Should he freak out, a distant reminiscence fondled his sight and a sigh started to collect deep in his soul.
Meanwhile a totally new rational externality to his life came into being, and what seemed to be his presence felt like a distant fading memory of a life once lived.
A howl resonated his being into countless pieces, shimmering the echo into nothingness as his eyes undisclosed in silence.
Totally blithe to it all the music was still wining over the beats of silence that was lying in the wait.