Everywhere I go I see a big yellow thing. I don’t know what it is. I’m not a scientist, so I couldn’t really tell you what it’s composed of. I can only tell you something about its girth and appearance, namely that it’s big and yellow. In fact, that’s precisely why I refer to this thing as a “big yellow” thing. There’s really no other way to depict it. Obviously, if it was orange or small, I would refer to it as such. There’s no other adjective I could use to explain it. I take that back, for I could say it’s ubiquitous. As I said at the outset, it’s everywhere.First of all, it’s in my bed. Imagine having to wake up every morning to be “greeted” by this thing. If I walk down a city street or take a drive to the country, the big yellow thing is all over the place, not only tainting my experience in this world but often putting me in a deep funk. It gets worse. When I went for my routine physical, I told my doctor about my problem. Initially, he looked at me askance, understandably, but after he probed my head and body with his probes, and after he took an X-ray of my noggin, he recommended that I see a specialist. Surgery determined that a big yellow thing had somehow lodged itself inside my head. They said it was not a cyst or tumor, but whatever it was, they removed it. I still see it. It’s everywhere. For the record, in case you were wondering, I’m not using “big yellow thing” as metaphor for, say, the sun, jaundice, or my genitalia. It’s real. It’s big. And it’s yellow.
