“Where the birds?” you ask. A minute ago, the sky shivered with their flight, pigeons, hirondelles, eagles, sparrows, vultures, hawks, and so forth. You get up and grab the Filmo. You wind and aim. Okay, birds. Birds? Birds!
But let the mind beware that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious. –Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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