Masterpiece

and as he watched the masterpiece he'd worked so endlessly over fall to pieces,
"why did i not hire a security guard? why did i not write down all my thoughts?"
and as the crane hoisted him out from the wreckage by the seat of his pants,
"i saw time fall apart, out from under me, all around me, like someone had ripped the blanket off my naked body, pulled the hat off my newly shaved head,"
and in the distance he saw,
"nothing, dirty nothing, i was sure i would see something, i was sure something would be there, but there was nothing, just nothing,"
and the claw let go,
"hey, ho, whatcha doing there?"
it seems there had been some malfunction on the crane,
"oh no, oh no."
and splat, he went down, down into the darkest depths of his psyche

...and there he saw that the real truth, that a masterpiece isn't much if it's fallen apart.