The man is about to fall.

The man is about to fall. He is hanging from the top of a tall structure which he holds with his white-knuckled hands. The pain in his arms and hands keeps getting stronger. His falling seems inevitable.

The man will remember every morning that he is always about to fall, every night. A new night will come and he will struggle to avoid the inevitable falling. Countless nights. Countless imminent falls from a tall structure which he holds unsteady with the tip of his fingers, clutching at a straw.

One night, mad at the endless fighting against his fate, the man surrenders, putting an end to his firm grasp. He's gained unconscious control of the situation. The fall seems suddenly an unlikely outcome. As a balloon deflating, the discomforting pressure in his groin slowly vanishes.