We’re all just looking for shelter. We need to get out of the rain, find a canopy that protects us. We’ll find some thin covering and pretend it’s not full of holes that let in the cold we’re trying to outdistance. We take what we can get, we make ourselves believe it’s better than what it is because the search for a safe place wore us out to the point where we no longer care if it lets in the rain, as long as it doesn’t let all of it in. We’re soaked and cold and we’ll insist we’re ok.

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