Ep 21: A Man Is Only as Deep as His Titty Roll

A man stands in a forest car park,He came here for peace.He brought mindfulness, a towel he forgot, and a brain that will not shut up.The pool is closed. The towel is missing.The togs are imagined, a bird sings.Somewhere a grown man screams into the steering wheel of a station wagon.Ancient philosophers spoke of the cup overflowing.These ones speak of the chest gently folding over itself like a wise and patient croissant.Because depth, is not measured in silence, meditation, or perfect routines.Depth is measured in small collapses. In failed self-care days.In forgetting the towel. In sitting in a car park asking and eventually realising:A man is not defined by the absence of folds.A man is only as deep as his titty roll.