My name is Podrigo Tumor and at the moment I'm living in New York again and the other day

I was walking back to my apartment and I saw a pigeon, a fairly ugly pigeon flying down,

picking up a small twig and taking it away.

I thought of that pigeon making a nest.

There was just something so ordinary about it.

Of course it's going to see a twig and use it for its nest.

There was nothing amazing about it. I didn't come away going, oh my God, spring's coming.

But I noticed it and I carried it with me for days and I still think about it

and I wonder where else did that pigeon find twigs from all around the city for the nest and where is the nest.

Small moments like that, it's not about the transcendent breaking into things.

It's just about noticing something small, something forgettable and somehow the things that stay with you that are small and forgettable can build up a little landscape of a day.

Present moment by Sharif Shanham

All day I think about what to do with the day.

I walk down the street for a coffee and to think about what to do after that.

On the table someone before me has left a little saucer of salt with a wooden spoon like a tiny ore in white sand.

In time I walk back to my apartment. When I turn the key in the front gate at the bottom of the steep staircase leading up to our door my left eyelid twitches twice.

Inside I know there are things I want to do with Monday. They levitate in the field of view my mind makes opening like fireflies or those old yellow lanterns along the perimeter of a yard.

My mother calls from New York. Tomorrow is the last day of Ramadan and I should be sure to call her to say eat mubarak which I will forget to do for at least two days.

I hang up and scroll through my camera roll one distant lover then a second then a third then a shadow passes over the window.

San Francisco Gray on the backside of the building where my windows face though on the front side moments earlier the sun touched everything enough to heat it a little to burn it a little.

And or my roommate's dog licks my ankle and I dress for the gym though I have no interest in staring at a wall for 45 minutes while running suspended in the air beside all the gaze I never could connect with despite my love of sex.

I leave my apartment and go to the mall. I buy two dress shirts and a pair of slacks then leave then go back in to buy a pair of gym shorts.

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