Ben stopped self actualizing and mistook his metropolitan habitat for himself. As he listened to the sirens, he wove an abstraction of urgency and belonging, as if by even hearing an emergency go by that he, himself, was a part of it. Nevermind the tragedy. Nevermind the distance.. Nevermind the absent, indulgent self-sycophancy. When Ben diminished to personalizing, he ceased to be a person.