Kevan Smith - Close

He sits in mother’s doorway eating psycho-melons.  He is lost in space and time.  He has no name.  No one calls him or speaks to him or talks about him.  He is a “Boy of No Name”.  So, he calls himself just that -“BONN”- instructing Puter to call him Bonn, just so he can “be”.

Bonn gathers fruit.  Large juicy, blue-fleshed melons growing in massive patches are his favourite.  Unfortunately, they give off psychotic fumes of close, cloying atmosphere that is overly sweet, stifling and will knock him out if he breaths in so he wears his mask when gathering.