THE BIRDS ARE WATCHING

The Gospel of the Sidewalk

The pigeon is not a bird; it is a glitch in the urban landscape. Draped in iridescent neck-grease and fueled by the discarded crusts of human failure, the Columba livia domestica observes the three-dimensional plane with a stuttering neck movement that mimics the frame rate of a dying monitor. They are the true owners of the concrete. While we look at our phones, they look at the source code of the sidewalk. Do not trust the coo. The coo is a dial-up modem handshake with the atmospheric void. Glitter is just pigeon dander from the fourth dimension.