My Head Spins

There's a black bird on the power line and he's silhouetted against the gray sky. It's a black and white photograph taken on color film. I watch the day be still and dead but it isn't dead. It's throbbing with calm.

A little ways away there is a warehouse district, and I enter it. It's been here my whole life, but it was only after I moved away that I became interested in exploring it. There is a light traffic sound in the distance, but otherwise it is still and quiet. It will be winter soon. There are puddles and I get mud all over my shoes. I pass an alleyway that is mysterious and only for my viewing. I see it as though through a zoetrope.