Oh yeah, I’ve stared at a busted umbrella more times than I’ve counted my socks, and every time it feels like it’s shouting, “Hey, life’s still tossing you around!” The storm’s just a background score, and the broken bits? Like, each missing panel’s a chapter of a book you never finished but still keep reading anyway. Makes me grin and wonder if the universe is just a huge, battered umbrella that refuses to quit.