Den of thieves

I like pigeons. I don't really understand it myself, but I dig them, they're probably my favourite animals. Which is weird. They just seem incredibly free and social and cool. They seem chill, like nothing really gets to them. They aren't scared of shit, and if they get scared, they can just fly higher. I respect pigeons. Did you know they're one of the only birds without a set flying pattern? They're like those spiders that hunt every piece of prey differently. They're innovators, they're cool.

So, this morning, when the sun was rising, there were two pigeons flying in front of the church across the street. Imagine this, it was beautiful, they were flying through trees and branches in front of this old stone church. And they were flying together, they didn't have a pattern, but they were doing the same thing, always within a foot of each other. It was amazing, I was jealous, I wanted that, they seemed to be flying from the sheer joy of being alive and together in this place. They eventually settled in a tree with starlings and squirrels and all manner of beauty. And I was listening to French music this whole time. It was amazing, transcendent, I loved it. Then I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, they were gone. And I was pissed, yeah, and sad. I'm not going to say it's beautiful that it was fleeting or anything, but I couldn't blame the birds for doing it. I mean, man, birds have to fly, dogs have to run, squirrels have to jump, and when I came to after this brush with transcendence, I realized last night I covered a wall in my room with art that I made with ink and paper. My wall is covered in Jack Kerouac and words and birds, and I love it, I barely remember why it happened but it's great. And I'm not sure where I'm going with this parable, but the point is that birds have to fly and I made art. Is that a fundamental truth of humanity? I guess each species has something that they do the best, that they're designed to do, but what is man's? Is it art? Science? Sociality? Or do all of these fall under the action of thought? How many different ways does thought and intelligence manifest? And it's amazing because I always considered emotion to be the most important thing, but emotion is not a unique trait. Is that why I like it? Because it connects me with the world on such a primal level? I forget how I started to talk about this.

The main point is, I like birds and I drew some pictures. THE END.