The View from the Ledge
We see them before they see us. We see the way they move—heavy, clumsy, trapped in their skin-suits and their deadlines. We see the city as a series of thermal currents and concrete canyons, a map of wind and waste. To the humans, we are the grey ghosts of the Bronx, the feathered scavengers of the sidewalk. To us, they are the Great Providers, or the Great Ignorers. Then there was the Gable...
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