the bird has landed.

well, maybe for the last time.

this reminds me of an essay by Dostojewski, i think it was called “the dead bird on a boat in the croatian town of Split”.
i read a lot of intelligent books, they have to be that long and boring and famous kind that everybody knows but never read. then i tell people that i read this book and tell them stories to show how big and intelligent my brain is. i am smart.