In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and winding rivers, there lived a man who spent his days perched upon a weathered wooden chair on the front porch of his modest cottage. His eyes, a mirror to the vast expanse of his thoughts, gazed blankly into the distance as if searching for something just beyond the edge of his consciousness.

The man's mind was a void, a vast emptiness that seemed to swallow up any stray thought or fleeting emotion that dared to cross its threshold. He sat there, unmoving, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the bustling village around him.

Neighbors passing by would stop and exchange fleeting greetings with the man, but he hardly registered their presence. His mind was elsewhere, lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts and memories.

Some said he was a dreamer, a man who had wandered too far into the recesses of his own mind and had lost his way back to reality. Others whispered that he was haunted by ghosts from his past, memories that clung to him like shadows in the fading light of day.

But the man paid them no mind. He remained on his chair, a silent sentinel guarding the threshold between the known and the unknown, his gaze fixed on a horizon only he could see. And there he sat, lost in the vast emptiness of his mind, a solitary figure in a world that seemed to have forgotten him.

On one particularly hot summer day, (not that the man noticed) a 12 year old walked up to him, he hadn’t even looked up when she came. He was pondering something but he couldn’t remember what.

Suddenly, someone taps on the man’s shoulder and he looks up to see that it’s the girl. She’s a beautiful girl tall and thin with long wavy brown hair, but that’s not the point. Anyway, the man looks up and gruffly asks the girl, “What do you want.”

”what do you do all day, what do you think about sitting in that chair of yours?” The girl asks, she doesn’t ask it rudely, simply curiously.

however the old man still doubts her sincerity and questions her again, “do you even care! Or did you just come to laugh at me?!”

”I do care, please tell me what you think about”

”well… I guess I spend most of my time thinking about my wife…