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Lost in my need for solidarity, I set off into the night's January rain with the sense of an incomplete motive. I stepped onto the shelter of the porch and settled myself into one of the lawn chairs facing the storm. The chairs were riddled with cracks from years of rust and weathering; memories from long summer afternoons when there was music, cookouts, runs through the backyard sprinklers until grass glued itself to your heels, a mother's laughter cross legged in a chair, a father whistling a tune opposite her, there was childhood, life had innocence then. Now all that remained was the barren skeletons of the furniture still in their origin

Chicken Banana Theory A man walks down the street and encounters another man. This other man believes he is a chicken, and promptly approaches the first man to inform him of this amid a series of chicken-noises. The first man acknowledges this, and hurries past. Later, the first man is walking back along this same path and encounters the same man, though this time, the other man no longer believes that he is a chicken, but rather a banana. This is an illogical transition– one cannot logically explain it by tracking the events that led to this mental transfiguration from chicken to banana. You cannot, for example, say that the man woke u

Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.