True.
He got a good portion of his ideas from dreams and nightmares.
I get my ideas from looking at something and not seeing what everyone else sees.
For some strange reason, a washing machine isn't there to do ouir laundry for us.
It is there solely to feast upon teh laundry.
Missing socks?
They were consumed by the agitating beast.
The dryer is a strange dimensinal portal through which certain types of clothing travel through to unknown parts.
And the telephone is a malignant sentient creature that slowly drains your soul while you're using it.
Comes from having the misfortune to have a surreal imagination.
That's not an affliction -- it's a gift.
Remember when they said all of our appliances were going to have an internet address? We were going to be able to sit in the kitchen and turn on the lamp by the bedside?
Can you imagine the agony of someone who somehow became the enemy of all these intercommunicating machines?
Traffic signals would always be red. Elevators would not respond to him. Telephones would always connect to wrong numbers.
He would try to avoid civilisation, hut it would pursue him, just as white blood cells track down bacteria.
Your challenge, if you decided to pursue this story line, would be to come up with some kind of acceptable ending, other than the machine simply destroying or consuming him.
I have one in mind, but it seems pretty hokey.