He feeds them because he dreams of flight. He dreams of what it would be like to be lifted off the ground, to rise over the treetops, to float above the skyscrapers. Each person below would hurry along in their own lives. The squirrels would stash nuts away. The Green Line would weave through the streets like a silky ribbon. And the pigeons would float beside him, their feathers touching his fingers. Then they would dive and spin, and the park would shine like a distant emerald. And so when he feeds them, in some way, they feed him too.
Jordan Escobar, 31 Years old,