Joseph is amok a man hagridden by goblins. He's paraphrenic and convinced the white walls of his
dormitory whisper
apocalyptic predictions, write letters in dead languages during the equinox and are a prison he'll die if he attempts to exit. After a while those walls tell him: "The reason for misery in our planet is the
homeless--being so gloomy and agitated with no where to sleep, eat, make love, raise children or flourish into whatever ravishment they're fierce, unforgiving, bear grudges, harbor radical spite and wish the worst to mankind. As humans who have no abode, they dwell in space, into the energy of universe and peeling the dermis of those encumbrances the effect they inflict upon society is unfathomably dreadful. You’re the chosen one and we protect you in our desolate sanctum of pacified joy--but now it is time for you to repay us, humanity and transmigrate into the genuine Messiah your destiny determined you to be. KILL ALL THE HOMELESS ON OUR PLANET. We permit you to abandon the room, and do not return untill they're interwined to a ghoulish heap of good-riddance memorabilia!"
Joseph goes out and oblitirates all homeless men through plot-layers of loathsome genocide notion, excavates their mass graves, buries them and then he returns to his
dormitory--but he now unveils that he's jugged forever to infinity's capture. His room is nothing but a prison and he has new room mates--his victims--voices of his conscience--they all ask him : "how the inside's better than the outside?"