Big Bird and the monsters

Shit happens. You go to the four corners of the world searching for him and you get like you don't believe he exists.

Then as a last resort you go to Venice when you're herded onto a floating graveyard, shambling its way to a festering Rialto bridge, grim with clouds of tourist-flies.

You're covering your eyes with your hands and thinking of ending it all right there when - flash - you take your hands away and you see him like a vision.

Wearing nothing but a God-beard, Big Bird t-shirt and the fattest braces in the whole of the land, it's all he needs to wear. It doesn't matter becuase he's here and he's found you and the bridge is like Lego gone good and the monsters of destiny are quiet again.