...a man wearing a beret walks by with hands clasped behind his back... and now with hands in pockets... perhaps i shall never see him again (as we shall never see most of the people we encounter when walking in city or in city forest)...
a few minutes ago two birds (perhaps parakeets) flew overhead - i guess they live here so i may see them again if i happen to look up at the right moment...
another small bird flies high overhead but i don't recognise it...
a man runs by with long strides - he is wearing a hat with a brim and what looks like a suit of city clothes - a rare sight here where many come to run in sports clothing...
one of the magpies returns and perches on a nearby branch before flying to a more distant tree... when i arrived both magpies were jumping on and off this seat... they've left about a dozen white excretions on the newly-repainted backrest...
it's colder now, and windier, so i'll walk a little more before it's dark...
...one of the magpies is now walking closer and pecking at fallen leaves, underneath which he or she seems to find food...
as i get up to go two Old English Sheepdogs walk slowly by... their front halves resemble polar bears and their rear halves resemble brown bears... the woman accompanying them has only to speak one or two syllables and they go exactly where she wants them to go... they are as docile as they are huge...
...these movements of animals and people in and out of each other's territories, or worlds, can be perceived as the reality of politics, of existence, of life as we know it... each of us influencing (slightly or greatly) the experience of the others...
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