Wapun Meadow boorish

When he wakes up, he hits his head on a tree branch, and the first thing he sees besides the stars are hundreds of termites gearing up for a siege. The termite general and all his minions gather around him for a kamikaze mission. All they know is that their home has been destroyed. Why would they know that bees die after they sting?
Mister Taylor Fields, mister troubled child extraordinaire and president of the organisation of les enfants terribles just sits there. The days pass and he can't tell where one begins and the other ends. Restlessness gathers inside of him like an engine leak. Internal bleeding from a machine. A stray wire. The tick of a taxi cab meter gone rogue.
I believe that everyone should try and make a real person out of themselves.
I'm sick, he thinks. Soon, I will get better. Dusting off the lint and dust from your suit sleeve has never taken so much effort. His head squeals like the inside of a slaughterhouse. Time to leave, then. Time to go.