the self collapsed to a single bright point
His world’s as if it has collapsed into one small bright point. Inner world. Lost to us. You look in his eyes and there’s nothing you can recognize in them.
Context
The Entertainment's casualties are the theme's terminal state: a man whose whole inner world has "collapsed into one small bright point," his eyes gone unrecognizable, "empty of intent" — present, alive, restrained in a bed, and totally unreachable, all channels in and out dead but the one feeding him more viewing. It is solipsism completed and figurancy completed at once: the self shrunk to a single point of appetite, a person reduced to a lineless extra in the wreck of his own life, "Lost to us." (The Entertainment's mechanics stay entertainment-self's; landed here as the endpoint of failed contact.) [sweep · shared-ground entertainment-self]