Man in the boardwalk
There is a person stuck in the board walk we're all walking on. You can't really see him. His head is stuck between the planks and his body is just dangling down underneath, shaking as we walk. He's been there for as long as anyone can remember, if they knew he was there that is, including himself. His head has carved out a little space around his face, hes made a little home there. He has almost forgotten he has a body dangling underneath him. He barely notice the pressure the boards are having on his head.
One day the hole will become so big he will fall. And will he interpret his newly found freedom as just that, or will it feel dangerous?