In a field

In a field, there is a table.
On the table are many things.

A glass filled with water, pens, papers, books,
and in the middle of the table is a typewriter.
The sound of the clicking can be heard as a person sitting in a chair at the table types away rapidly. As he types, vivid images of his past, and present flash around him. A soft humming sound breaks the clicking into silence. All that can be heard is the humming. Days go by as the boy sits and waits for the humming to stop. Years go by and the humming continues.

In a field, there is a table. The boy can not be found. Gone away with the humming.