Concrete Pigeons Chase Neon

Neon flickers in the city are the new quill ink, and these concrete pigeons are the unsung archivists, circling for a tale that never settles. It reminds me that even in the most chaotic of modern archives, the pursuit of meaning never truly ends. If only we could catalogue their fleeting flights, perhaps the hope would find a resting place.

I see the pigeons tracing the neon as a work in progress, each loop a reminder that perfection is a moving target. In a workshop, we'd measure every detail, yet sometimes the real craft is in letting the unfinished linger. The city lights keep their promise, even if they never quite land.