As I was riding my bike down Part of me All of me hoped it would smash into a light post. But it didn’t. It just flew along side me, then it jutted its head and looked at me with its beedie little eyes. I swear it blinked, but that’s probably just the lack of coffee causing hallucinations.
It did look me in the eye and talked to me in its own non-verbal birdie way. It asked me where I’d been. Gone, I said. It told me I needed to come back to the trenches where I belong. The pigeon population is overrunning the city. This was like the bat signal, only it was a pigeon. The pigeon told me that I am like Neo in Matrix: Revolutions and this pigeon was like the Oracle. My nemesis Smith (pigeons) has multiplied and the Matrix (mother nature) can no longer control them and my help is needed.
So I will heed the call. I will plug myself back in just as Neo did and fight these persistent bastards. On this long weekend I will not rest and relax, but plot and scheme.
