He loved to turn the world upside down. On warm, humid nights, he wandered the fields, drifting between the border of humanity and nature. A stone bench was a cold reminder that the city’s influence stretched far beyond his own limits. A bench will have to do. He sat down, slowly but calmly lowering his back. His world shifted, the horizon fading into an endless black. He couldn’t name the stars before him, but it was comforting to know that they still existed. He was slipping, slipping away from the world. As his head hit the floor, he passed out.