A horror of functional autonomy—what happens when the impetus for preserving life disappears, yet the behaviors informed by a now directionless life instinct persist? Or, an attempt to describe the transformations occurring within that most perplexing black box: the brain.
Some guy just watched high life and his crew is having a convo in the lobby, but he keeps glancing down at his phone. is he texting someone? no, he's desperately speed reading the wikipedia article on the death drive to impress the girl he went with