apocalyptic theory #

A bird visited my window tonight.

it chirped pleadingly in my direction.

Sorry, I don’t speak bird. I said.

But the bird left before I could finish. And I knew I would be never be anything but a child,

talking to myself in a great inexorable sandbox, loud and useless in the march of time and wind and chirping birds.

I never found out what the bird was trying to say or if it was even speaking to me in the first place.

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