I sit on top of the stairs of a concrete environment with a very small strip of grass, framed in concrete.
I am wearing a white shirt, black trousers and the wing of a dead bird as a tie.
In my mouth I hold the ends of three paper rolls. As I am crawling backwards I am chewing the paper and print it with black charcoal in my mouth.
As my back hits the wall of my concrete labyrinth I sit down. The paper trail is more than I can chew so I pull it in and wind it into a big paper body which I put in a hole in the concrete and then set on fire. I pick up a long metal pole and and tie the bird's wing to the end of it with a thin golden string.
I conquer the last bit of nature, my pole loudly stomping onto the concrete whilst my feet flatten the grass and smoke rises behind me.
As I reach the centre of 'the land' I circle the pole above my head to let the dead bird's wing fly.
I drink water from a bottle and spit it out with the rest of the paper to douse the fire.
Now I am on all fours and gently touch the grass, then grab it with my hands and tear it out to stuff it into my mouth.
After I've inhabited all that is left I step down from my teritory and crawl into my concrete grave where I lay in the ashes that I've created.