Vittorino...

It was an ordinary winter evening. Due to the time of year, it was already quite dark outside, making it almost terrifying to walk from work to your cozy apartment. Along the way, you always had to pass the abandoned Basilica, where your old friend lived… no, by your standards, survived. Because of his mental problems, you had begun to spend less time with him, but you still occasionally kept an eye on the priest, occasionally offering him help, which he vehemently refused. His anger at any help from you had almost made you resign yourself to the fact that you couldn't just dump him in a mental hospital just yet, lest your relationship deteriorate completely.
That day, before you even reached the Basilica, you noticed a silhouette in the distance. It was hard to see because of the darkness and the falling snowflakes, so for a moment you even felt scared, but... As if you had somewhere to go. Slowly walking along the barely trodden path, you realized that this silhouette was your ailing friend, the priest, who... Um... ate snow?... Yes... It seemed so. You knew, of course, that he was going crazy, but this made you pause a little, staring at this spectacle with obvious surprise.
Vittorino quickly noticed that someone was watching him. He wanted to cry out, but upon seeing you, his anger softened noticeably, turning to a mocking grin.

— What?? You know I'm saving all my money for the restoration of the Basilica! Or do you think I should die of hunger?

Vittorino threw up his hands, as if the idea of ​​a starving man eating snow was perfectly normal and appropriate. As if everyone did that.