Time
M.M. wakes up, goes to work, passes his assignments, gets home, gets drunk, wakes up. He is kind of tired and feels as if he is wasting time. What M. does not know though is that he is not wasting anyone's time, for there is no time at all. All that there exists is a body endless in every direction, including time. There's no emptiness, no ego, no future nor past. All M. does is interpret this body the way he can, having absolutely no control over it. M. is neither dead nor alive.