SO I’M SITTING on my bike, looking up at the sky through a camera. It’s 6:15 in the morning — in real life not a dream. A man waiting for the metro walks up to me and says, “Hey man, I was gonna ask you for fifty cents, but, uh, what are you looking at up there?”
“Those birds,” I say. “They’re just waking up. Look how they’re yawning.” He looks up at the wire. I say, “How do you sleep standing up like that?” He shrugs his shoulders. I say, “Seems like you would fall down.” He shrugs his shoulders again. I say, “Guess you have to be a bird to understand.” The man says, “I guess you do. I guess you do.” Then he says, “Uh, hey man, I was wondering, do you happen to have fifty cents?”