The computer slowly sucked his eyeballs out.
Scooped out the whites like a teaspoon working a hard-boiled egg. The whoosh of cyber connected/disconnected him.
Like Gollum and the Ring, the virtual world drew him in until he couldn't leave it alone.
Finally becoming invisible.
Meanwhile, the shaman writes with a fountain pen.
Words flow from sky, rain, through poppies into brain, thought, bone, muscle, tissue
and out onto spiral bound paper the words ever spiralling.