No crows two days in a row. Odin guesses it’s the umbrella. No rain today and a crow turns up. That doesn’t prove it was the umbrella, it might have been the rain itself, but Odin has a feeling it’s the umbrella.
It’s not like crows are afraid of the rain. Are they? Have you paid attention to that?
Odin can’t say that he has.
He stands on the corner and feeds a crow part of a random sandwich. The crow buries most of it under leaves, and discards the lettuce entirely.
What say the slain?
From above, an umbrella is a large mask.
From above, umbrellas are black monsters eating people.
That the people carry around.
From above, it is a long way down but you’re still flying so it’s okay.
Everything that can go wrong has gone wrong, so there’s nothing to worry about.
Except existential horror, that is, because even after everything has gone wrong, more can go wrong.
Rain and sunshine are equally beautiful.
