0 Rain, and Deep Thoughts

         Water is pouring down The Man’s back as he walks.  He has been walking, thinking Deep Thoughts.  The Man is turning right and is ascending a set of stairs onto a porch.  The Man is opening The Door, and is entering his house.  The Man is walking, walking, walking...twenty more steps into a sitting room.

The Man is obviously a man of precision.  His Rooms are square, as are his Halls.  Every Room is the same number of steps from the others, and the same distance from The Door.  The Man is described as eccentric by many, but he is a Modern Philosopher.  A Great Thinker.  

The Man is sitting on a beaten sofa.  In spite of his dignified appearance and the precision of his architecture, he is poor, and his Furniture is trashed and old.  The Man doesn’t care.  The Furniture has meaning to him.  

As the Man is sitting, he is thinking.  He is thinking Deep Thoughts about The Rain, and of The Street.  He is thinking of The People who are walking in the rain, and will not walk into a house, but rather will walk into--

The Man is baffled in his thoughts.  He is pouring coffee into a square cup.  He is sipping the coffee and resuming his thoughts.  He is wondering about The People That Will Not Walk Into Anywhere.  

Momentarily, he is thinking about how lucky they are that they will not walk into anywhere.  He is thinking about when he walked into somewhere three days ago.  He is thinking about sharp objects, and the human skull, and the results when the two meet with force.    

The Man is again thinking about The People Who Will Not Walk Into Anywhere.  He is lifting his cup to his mouth.

The Man has a new thought.  The People Who Will Not Walk Into Anywhere will not sit down to a warm drink either.  He is thinking that they are also The People Who Will Not Have A Warm Drink.

The Man is setting down his cup, and rising from the sofa.  He is walking, walking, walking...twenty more steps to The Door.

The Man is reaching for his coat and hat, but now he is stopping his arm.  He is reaching for the doorknob, and he is opening the door.  He is stepping onto the porch, and descending the stairs to the street.  He is turning left into the street.  

The Man is thinking Deep Thoughts about The People Who Will Not Walk Into Anywhere as he is walking.  

Water is pouring down The Man’s back as he walks.  He has been walking, thinking Deep Thoughts.  The Man is turning right and is ascending a set of stairs onto a porch.  The Man is opening The Door, and is entering his house.  The Man is walking, walking, walking...twenty more steps into a sitting room.