He was overcome by absurdity.
Laid low by lies.
Lacerated by false promise.
Everything was what it seemed to be but nothing was what it was.
Where to go with no elbow room?
He didn’t go where he said he’d gone.
He didn’t go where they told him to.
He shut down his thought machine and the answers came.
He was a skip beyond transcendent, a hop beyond the puzzle.
He stabbed his first-born expectation with an icepick and disappeared into silence, leaving bedlam in his wake.