A headline I caught sight of a few hours ago continues to see-saw in my head.

Jobless Icecream Man was contained in it.

The story went on to describe the individual as an unemployed ice cream delivery man.

The specificity of it. But when I re-examine the headline I wonder what an icecream man is. A man who eats icecreams. A man who is made of icecream. A man who defining characteristic is icecream. It is a loose thread that the reader can lift and weave whichever way this hour, or the next hour their brain may choose.

10.57pm At this moment I see the man walking along Baggot Street 7.30am eating an icecream in the heart of winter. It is snowing.