Charley Parkins retreated from the forefront of his mind to his subconscious in an attempt to prolong his shameful life. His subconscious was a dark place. Dark in the sense of light, not thought. Charley Parkins had no idea how to light a place that wasn’t a part of reality. And it was this very thought of confusion that gave light to his subconscious mind. 

There Charley stood, surrounded by nothingness. There was a lack of everything except for light which made the appearance of this surreal room white. The expanse of nothingness seem to go on forever. There was no noticeable end to Charley Parkins subconscious. 

With no ideas on what to do in this nothingness, Charley Parkins simply lingered. He tried to think up something, but nothing came to mind. It seemed that light was the only thing he could bring into existence to this place, and even that was shoddy at best.

The longer Charley remained in this place, the dimmer the light grew. Minutes, hours, days had passed Charley Parkins by. His plain of nothingness growing darker and darker. His contentment had left him. Boredom was winning this battle. This plan of Charley’s seemed like a good one at first, but now he cannot say the same about it. Without knowing how much time had passed by on the outside, he was ready to leave this plain. There had been nothing here for him except a lighting that was about to go out. For what seemed like months he stared at this dimming, flickering light, trying to make some sense of it. For a year, Charley Parkins tried to organize a thought to bring to this place with no luck. He was beginning to realize, that this thoughtless plain must be left behind. So he thought. 

 In the seconds following this thought of departing this plain of absolute nothingness, Charley Parkins made another choice.