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I've never seen, I've never actually seen an infant pigeon. I've seen fully grown pigeons. I've seen a lot of

elderly pigeons, very old pigeons. I've seen the shell of a pigeon's egg.

I've seen a pigeon with no legs, just scoaching along with the elbows of its wings,

and I've never seen an infant pigeon. I've never seen a pigeon chick.

I fell off my bicycle this week. I didn't injure myself it wasn't even painful I very peacefully fell off my

bicycle in the middle of Limerick City Center and ended up lying on my back on the footpath.

Of course I initially got a shock it's not nice to fall off your bicycle but my

backpack broke my fall and when I found myself on the ground and acknowledged that I wasn't hurt,

I took a look around and there weren't many people and it was quite a beautiful day and I said to myself I think I'm

going to stay here I think I'm going to stay lying on the ground having fallen off my bike. It felt very relaxing and nostalgic to just

lie on the footpath in the middle of Limerick City.

If someone came along and would have gotten up, but there was no one around, so I said,

fuck it, I'm lying on the ground now, because I'm a grown adult.

I can't voluntarily make the choice to lie down on the footpath in the middle of Limerick

City that would elicit concern from people, it would draw too much attention, and also there's a semiotics to the act of

lying down on the footpath in a city to sitting down on the footpath.

It communicates to other people. I'm not part of

regular society. I'm quote unquote down and out. It's a social taboo to lie on the footpath or to sit on the footpath in a city in

Western culture and I don't mean to be facetious or insensitive but there's an ever-growing problem of addiction and

homelessness in Limerick City Centre and something I see with my eyes frequently

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