Friday, August 03, 2007


Peace has always been represented well by the image of a snow white dove flying gracefully from the hands of a happy child. So imagine my delight when this morning on the N train platform I found my self staring at a pile of garbage and a dirt-grey pigeon flew out.

First of all, who knew that pigeons burrowed into garbage? That's adorable. Second if "pigeon" is to "dove", as "old dunkin' donuts cup, ravaged baskin Robbins bag, and men's discarded underwear" is to "child's hands", then "peace" is......well, I'm not sure, but I think "it" might look like this:


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