In a bright and colourful dojo, a bodybuilder is facing a mirror, flexing his muscles to the max. Sweat pouring out of his skin. Veins pumping blood. A forced smile to cover up the constant pain.

We hear his incoherent wandering thoughts continue. Encouraging thoughts. Meditating thoughts. Self-doubting thoughts. Disconnected. Illogical. Nonsensical but beautiful.

His rambling mind is visualised with lightning bolts shooting out of his body when he feels energised and with him levitating when he feels light and confident. When he feels empty we move inside his body and realise it’s just an empty shell.

He eventually pass out with a swarm of mini-bodybuilders circling over his head.