The Spaghetti Hypothesis

You're on a train, heading for a place that is a metaphor for something that ostensibly has some kind of profound meaning to you, but you can't remember what it is so you look out the window. You stare beyond the new-fallen snow that covers the sullen landscape and into the twisted visage of your inner self reflected in the broken mirror in the darkest depths of the bottomless black abyss of your soul. You find this very strange, so you turn around and see a man standing behind you in the center of the aisle. 

He is dressed in white attire; his skin is an unnaturally pale, almost ghostly white. Even his hair is as white as the new-fallen snow. The only thing about him that isn't white is his eyes, which are pitch black.

Suddenly you find yourself sitting in front of an old television set the screen flickers on and there is static the man appears and you realize the man is the static so you punch the screen but then you realize you are the man and also the static so you punch yourself but you can't because you're static but you do and the world explodes and you die and the man haunts you as a ghost forever but you are the man so you haunt yourself