It was for that stupid affair that he finally left the place where he once buried himself into.
He blinked at the daylight, then began removing the dust from his clothes, patiently.
When he raised the eyes, we noticed how hard he was trying to unearth his voice and got baffled when he asserted that, all considered no, that wasn’t the right way to live an unforgettable experience.
“So isn’t yours” he added later “What are you clinging to? As far as I can see… to a papier-mâché architrave”.