concept: you have worked for three hours on this painting. it is not the best painting, not even the best you are capable of, but it is finished. you have been painting in a t j maxx. the t j maxx is closing now. you have only just finished but you know you must leave. oh, but the paint. the paint drips onto your fingertips, soils the cuff of your nice pressed button up. you only wear your best finery to t j maxx. the droplet of paint becomes incarnate. the droplet of paint becomes sentient. the droplet of paint becomes a teeny tiny slug. the droplet of paint becomes. and you unbecome. "this is not the best painting," says the slug to the void and to the bearest t j maxx employee, and the employee says back, "we are closing," and the void says back, "but i haven't finished browsing the cardigan selection," and the employee screams, and with that scream shatters all of existence as we have known it to be.