idleness and augury no. 1
On the rooftop of my apartment building last week, we saw a peregrine falcon swoop past, clutching a pigeon in its talons. It settled atop a nearby building and slowly ripped the bird apart. A few days later, four F-15s roared over the same roof, flying low and loud, banking around Manhattan and disappearing in the heat. It was late in the day but the sun was high. Summer in the City, in America. Its arsenals, its immensities. Its fearsome postponements of dusk.
ben tapeworm