Some days you're
the banana.
Some days you cry.

He put on a suit. He still cried.

The Crying Banana wakes up, knots his tie, and shows up anyway. He's bruised, a little overripe, and not entirely sure why the meeting could've been an email. He is, in the most literal sense, falling apart — and he's doing it with dignity.

He's the patron saint of the slightly-too-much-today. A mascot for everyone who's held it together in public and lost it in the stairwell. We make memes about him. We put him on clothes. You wear the feeling instead of explaining it.