one fur..

a guy inside tells me he once trained a magpie to come sit on his shoulder
it had started appearing when he fed his pigeons and he gradually tamed it to respond to his calls
every time he got out, he'd walk a specific street and call for it. Usually it came, he left a mate looking out for it.
It had a seven feather tail span he said.


this is from my new favourite coffee place that made the nicest coffee i've ever had in this country.
the new location is making me spend money. I'll try to keep it to the odd tasty coffee if i can. When i enter or emerge the deluge of faces takes some getting used to. The reflex is to read each one, search for something. The look that some have, dejected or elated. The scars. The shape and sound they place in front of themselves to sail through so many others. I become conscious of myself, the way i walk, what i wear in ways I wasn't before.

I miss the cycle to work, i can feel this crowd gazing will become all too bland in time, people will drift into types, my curiosity will blunt itself against it all.