A pigeon almost entered my room this morning. It must have woken me up by bumping into the blinds, which were down but my window was open. I woke up to fluttering light and noise, unpleasant because so early. I immediately saw through the blinds the pigeon sitting on the ledge, facing away from me. I knew it would go away if I just waited. While I was waiting I half-consciously tried to think of pigeon-related wordplays on "The Raven". I might have been thinking about "The Raven" because I saw the other night for the first time in years the original Simpsons Halloween show, which featured a parody of "The Raven". I remembered while watching it that that episode was almost certainly my first encounter with "The Raven". I like to think so anyway. Anyway that's the version of the story that has stuck with me. But back to the pigeon. It was still there after, I don't know, a minute, so I decided to take action. I gently "rapped" on the wall next to my bed, sending vibrations through the wall and air, enough to disturb the pigeon from its perch, it never even looking back as it took off. I promptly went back to sleep. After closing the window.
You wanna feel depressed? I'll tell you how: take a walk on a Sunday night through a place that's crowded during the day.