Walking home from Trudy's I saw this bird. My head flushed with grief. I saw a brown bird fly up just before so I thought a hawk just struck. A couple walked by talking and not noticing. I think about the characters in the film Remember My Name not noticing what is so apparent to us viewing that we want to talk through the screen, through art, through time. But I leave the bird to the hawk, wondering what the bird thought of my passing notice. I feel sad in this reality, and at the same time i feel that I'm in a story.