He sits alone
Sometimes, especially in the late afternoon, we are left with nothing to do and no energy to start anything new. These are the loneliest days. In this state the mind, begging for activity, will scrounge up our deepest fixations that make us most uncomfortable. It is in my opinion one of the cruelest acts of the mind; that in our weakest state we are bombarded with this apathetic cruelty. There are ways to avoid this, but once entered it can be very hard to get free. If this is not dealt with cautiously, we inevitably become desperate and think of the most extreme ways to end our condition.
His room was small and he did not own much. Lying on the floor he looked towards the scatter of multifarious items on the floor. Not one made him happy, in fact at this moment he was indifferent towards most of them.