OK.... why did you have the cane?

When I found a cane in a small side-shop in Rome as the owner bickered loudly with his wife, it unlocked some primordial Steampunk/German Mountaneer/Shaolin drive deep within myself (once again not Freudian as far as I can ascertain or hope), which later upon reading more about extended cognition and the brain's ability to adopt pointers and extenders as part of the body made me look back on those happy months before it broke as I repeatedly used it to activate, pick up, or launch myself toward or away from things as some of the instrumental-iest of my life.