Was it me or the pigeon I ask my self the following week. I keep replaying the moment in my mind. A pigeon, which is a bird, which is a animal, and animals don’t talk, right? Then it must have been me. What freaks me out is that I was high and a pigeon asked me for a light, that’s just straight out of a movie, a bad movie. Maybe it wasn’t me, maybe it was the pigeon, maybe the government made a se...

I was sitting there like usual, magazine in one hand and tea in the other. The train seemed to be on the normal schedule. Everything was going smoothly in my daily routine. The sun was shinning on the valley’s greenery as it whizzed past my window.

I was enjoying my perfectly average quiet morning when, at one of the train’s stops, a pigeon flew through a window and sat on the railing b...

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I jumped, a bit startled. I didn’t know if it was my imagination or if I was going crazy or if I’d even taken my meds that morning. I didn’t say anything and quickly looked around, noticing people having changed. I now wondered if itwould be a good idea to go throw myself in the river or find a pace where people couldn’t see me freaking out....