A man wakes Then he is outside in the bitter cold of a february afternoon He tightens the band holding his glass to his face and raises a sign in protest A crowd gathers behind him There is always someone to help so he volunteers and speaks out He opens a learning and meal center for his community We look at out phones, we look at ourselves broke, sick, addicted

It is May, and he is taken while walking alone in the forest two mean wearing dark red hats and masks beat and take him They fight in the car but they bring him to the rich man to his mansion in the woods beyond the opulence of the suburbs The 2 men bring him before the rich man The rich man has been emboldened, encouraged to carry out an elimination To film it, to leak it To let the message be unspoken The man fights for freedom while the rich man records on his phone Subdued by the mad hatters he watches as the odjects of his torture and murder are brought before him In the distance an owl calls The rich man drops his phone and the man is able to grab it Using it as a weapon he breaks free Rushing to escape the rich man's prison But the rich man comes at him with a knife He fights and is nearly killed But just in time he uses the phone to bulgen the rich man unavoidably killing him The men in hats are furious They club the man with a revolver

He wakes in the woods He is naked expect for a paynes gray goat and a fedora Hands bound The men in red masks and hats put the revolver in his mouth and take turns hitting him in the face with hammers blood covers his glasses They leave him at the base of a tree near the river He dies in the cold listening to the water

The Sky has a black hole in it

The men in hats burn the rich man's house The river creeps over to the dead man and watches his death Then he wakes again He is changed The rising sun shines through the trees His body pulsates, powerful He tries to speak and fires a shot into the air