January 10, 2014
This is quick writing. It is a small bird in a big city. It has wings to take it far places quickly. It does not seem strange to the bird to have wings. It does not seem strange to the bird to fly. Hanging upside down from a gargoyle at four hundred feet does not seem any stranger to it than pecking at a crumb of bread on the sidewalk. Odds are the bird does not know what the sidewalk is. It experiences the sidewalk as a place that is hard and a place that doesn’t sway in the wind.