Hobart Judson wrote a story. It wasn’t his first attempt at writing. He was eminently familiar with the pen and all other accessories used to write. His wife Emma often complained that he spent too much time jotting notes and composing stories. Hobart felt justified because he intended to make money from his writing. So far his monetary schemes failed completely and Emma was forced to bare the burden of making a living for the both of them. She worked in a frozen food factory packing frozen fish. It was grueling work. Hobart would never allow himself to stoop to such lowly employment. He was grateful for latching onto Emma. She had a respectable work ethic and seemed to believe in Hobart. Of course she complained due to the tedium and filth of her job, but she never gave up. After five years, however, she reached her limit. Her complaints were more vociferous. Finally, Emma started making demands. She actually told Hobart to get a paying job or start packing. Hobart was miffed. He had no intention of being thrown out of his own home. Even though Emma paid the rent and bought the food, Hobart still thought of himself as king of the castle. He was more determined than ever to prove himself as a writer, a genius of the word. Hobart had a very high opinion of himself — so high that other people thought he was a total ass. At any rate, Hobart began another story — he was convinced it would be the best story ever written. Emma complained, but her words could no longer penetrate Hobart’s concentration. He was totally absorbed. He wrote continuously. Each time he came to a possible ending, the story became more convoluted and Hobart was forced to add more plot, driven by new twists and the appearance of new characters. He was convinced of the authenticity of his tale – the enormity of his grand design. Hobart was bursting with creative energy and Shakspearean prose. Emma began to worry. She was no longer able to interact with her husband. Her words fell on deaf ears. Hobart never left his writing desk — he no longer took time to eat. She tried feeding him, but it was like force-feeding a rock. He just sat at his desk, deep in thought. Hobart no longer needed to write words on paper. The story streamed inside his mind. It was epic — a monumental creation that encompassed the entire Universe. Everything and everyone became part of his story. One day, Hobart had an epiphany — he realized that every word he wrote was true. In fact, he was the creator of the universe and the story was the vehicle of his creation. Emma didn’t know this and one day she just popped out of existence. Most people were not aware of Hobart’s epiphany and they also popped out of existence. Of course, the popping effect only happened in Hobart’s mind. In the end he was the one to pop out of existence as he was quarantined in a state mental hospital. Emma continued to work in the frozen food factory packing fish and life continued as usual.