The pigeon is back and I have named him Gerald which my therapist says is a form of attachment and I said yes that is correct I am attached to Gerald he has information. He has the look of someone who has been sent. I have started leaving bread on the sill not as an offering exactly but as a gesture of good faith, a way of saying I am open to whatever this is, I am a reasonable person who is willing to hear Gerald out. My roommate says he is just a pigeon. My roommate has not looked into his eyes. I have looked into his eyes and I will tell you that there is something there that predates me, that predates this building, that predates probably the concept of rent, and he is very calm about it, Gerald, he is not in any hurry, he has all the time that pigeons have which I am beginning to suspect is a different kind of time than the time I have, slower and older and not organized around the things I have organized my time around, the meetings, the laundry, the texts I am composing and deleting, the thing I almost said to you last month that is still living in my chest like a small bird, actually, like something with feathers that keeps moving around and won't land.