Chocolate milk

This is what I missed by not having milk in the house for a month and a half. 

It is one of the things that threads back through every change so that I am provided a line of continuity to earliest memory. Chocolate powder inside bendy straws. Blowing bubbles until they build up and crawl out of the glass. I regarded whoever invented that chocolified bendy straw a genius. I think they're still around, that is how profound they are. Chocolate milk is a ritual that reaffirms that I still am who I am and not become somebody else through the slow but steady and ineluctable accumulation of changes that start at the level of cell replacement. And now that I am having chocolate milk I feel human again.