Sitting at work, unsure if anyone but I will show up today. It is cold in here. Thinking about the large dead seagull mentioned in a previous posting here. What impact is that beast having on people who encounter it. People saw me taking pictures of it yesterday. I suspect they thought I was ghoulish but no one said anything. I only documented it for the 311 report. I have no collection of dead animal pictures save for those documented for the above-stated purpose. How deaD WAS THE BIRD WHEN i SAW IT? fRESHLY DEAD, GOOD AND DEAD, BEYOND DEAD?
Yeah, I’m too frazzled to even go back and correct that all caps. It was not intended that those questions be yelled. I have to pee.
It’s the next day. Sanitation arrived at the site of the large dead seagull but found nothing. Someone or something else took it away before the City could take care of it. Who, or what took it? This was a pretty big bird, it probably had been sick. I cqn imagine a fellow seagull taking it away but what kind of person would do that? Maybe another bird hoisted it or else some kind of jackal or wolf, which are of course abundant in lower Manhattan. (that was a joke).
Daily commute has become an art of compromise. No 2 or 3 train from Fulton Street? Never seen that before but that’s the story for the weekend. Ended up doing my old route, my original route via 4/5 to 14th Street Union Square where I intendeed to make a daily call from the payphone there. I would comment on the business of my day, what happened in my head, and it would have been magnificent radio. But the payphone is dead and that route was kind of stressful. I don’t really need a physical payphone to continue the aesthetic of Payphone Radio. All phones are payphones, after all.
Was just reading about the phone booths that used to be on the Amtrak Matroliner. Looked fancy. Didn’t use cellular, used radio frequencies until the FCC took control of them.
That seagull will haunt me. Who got it? Where is it now?