Footprints Leading Nowhere

Ever been lost in a thought, and suddenly you realize you're staring out the window, and there's that one pigeon pecking at the cement? It's like, what are we doing here honestly? Footprints everywhere, but none of us know where we're going.

Sometimes I wonder if pigeons have a secret language. Like every coo is a deep conversation about existential footprints. Maybe we should sit down and just listen.

Anyway, if you're here, maybe you're just wandering too, looking for something that makes sense or something that doesn't. Either way, I'm glad you stopped by.