Gerk walks heavily back home. It would be a lie to say that he found happiness today.

It's probably better to just walk and forget about everything. A thought descends upon him.

It crumples his mind and he drops to his knees, unable to function properly (but he's not a machine – Gerk doesn't function in the same way a dishwasher does).

I release my inner demons, and they scrape along the walls of my 'not_inner_demons'.

Gerk couldn't have beaten me home like this. I fell a couple of trees with the chainsaw and then I start to spell 'couple' like this: 'coupld' so that it looks like a typing mistake.

I present this to the shaking tree, and there is no protest. I carve, quite carefully, the word 'coupld' into the tree before I take it.

Take it away to a mystical land where men really were able to draw epiphanies in chalk.