pickle theory
Uncle Theory decides the body is simply an idea, a reflection of a hand in a puddle. He imagines there’s a human body inside every snowflake.
After his morning exercises he imagines two bodies inside every snowflake. Even old Uncle Theory likes naturalistic pornography.
He lights a cigarette in his imagination as the first snow falls. “Now,” he thinks, “It’s time to write that textbook.”
Planet of the Blind 