This morning I was walking down narrow alleyways, surrounded by behemoths of construction. Gargantuan in scale, where does all the brick and mortar come from? Does there somewhere exist, a hole in the ground of equivalent size to the massive towers towering over me? I hope not to fall into one of those holes one day.
This morning I looked up and saw a man, probably a construction worker, sunken deep into his haunches right at the edge of a building. The precipice was not alarming the perching person. Rather, he was engaged in the process of ladder fixing. Hoping to help make safe the tool that was to assist a compatriot in joining him on the perch.
This morning I thought, for a split second, that he was a human sized crow. Such a sight might have been both alarming and beautiful. Normal sized crow attacks are already things I do not wish upon my enemies, but to be attacked by a human sized crow? I don’t think I could protect my internal organs from a large bird out there if that large bird wanted them.
This morning I overslept catastrophically. Such a large bird would, at the same time be very beautiful, despite the danger it may decidedly present to the organs, the shit carcass. I hope to see a bird that big in the future, even though I may die shortly thereafter. I like to think that, with my organs falling out of puncture holes in my torso, I might die in bliss. Beautiful bliss.