So a man walks into a bar. But there is no bar. He orders a drink from an absent bar man and stares at the tiles where a toilet used to be. He thinks, 'I drink. I piss. I am.'

And he stares at his empty glass and at the porcelain. There is nowhere to go and nothing to see so he closes his eyes.

He thinks, that maybe prayer would be a thing he could do now. But he has no religion or faith or belief. 

And though he is on his knees he doesn't know how. And maybe he has always been on his knees and just not realised. Or maybe he has never been on his knees and should have been more often. 

So he drinks water and fire and waits. And maybe this is all he ever could do. And maybe this is all he ever did. And maybe he never did this and always should have. 

And he crumbles. As the rain falls and the wind blows it seems he was never really there. And possibly he never was.