Man (undisclosed age, height, race, name, eye color, hair color, height of nose bridge, weight) finds himself staring at a screen. The screen is very large, as large as a house (16 meters by 9 meters, the standard aspect ratio used across all screens). The screen is white, fluorescent white, every single one of the L.E.D. components totaling 4.546.246 L.E.D.’s in all shows white. Unintelligible ciphers in black race across from one side of the screen to the other. The man sees not what is behind the screen, he barely registers the slim margins of his periphery which still show an ordinary suburban environment, brick houses to the left and right, clear sky at the top, paved concrete at the bottom, he barely even notices they are there as the screen takes up 95% of his point of view. The longer he stares at the screen the more his periphery seems to fade out into a total blackness, time has mostly lost meaning to the man (undisclosed age), he has forgotten when he sat down, and has no real idea when he will get back up again. A small widget in the bottom left corner of the giant L.E.D. screen shows a time which reads 15:42:12, this has no meaning to the man. The man recognizes the numbers as symbols he should have some recollection of, for instance he recognizes a 5 normally precedes 6 and comes after 4. He knows how to hold up 2 fingers, he can count from 1 to 10, in a chronological order, but the meaning of the totality of the notation is totally mysterious to him. like understanding a football is round much like a circle, but the idea of kicking it seeming totally alien & impossibly farfetched. The origin, meaning & purpose of the screen and whatever is displayed on it are seemingly only vaguely graspable, the man seems to have some vague hint of its purpose, the reason why it is right in front of him, how he came to sit down in front of it, a supposed end goal to his being in front of the screen, but if the man would be asked or probed for a definitive answer he would stumble, become confused, maybe disoriented as he searched his mind for a valid & concise answer, seemingly just out of reach. His confidence in his current situation however is stalwart, even though he himself knows he doesn’t have any clear answers, he has a definitive, foolhardy confidence that what he is doing is the right thing, that the screen is in the right place, that he is sitting in front of it for good reasons, and that whatever strange ciphers dart across the screen hold a secret meaning which he doesn’t understand but steadfastly believes in. the man is content and has been for as long as he can remember, not happy or sad in any way, but content. Through the screen, and somehow on it, images of his life begin to flash by, they play in a silent space between the deep edge of the screen and the nearest surface of it. Silently displayed on the field of L.E.D.’s. he’s sitting so near that he can make out the soft lines of black in between each individual L.E.D.