Seen from below, this fire escape reminds me of sheet music -- bars without notes, empty.
Pigeons perch above this fire escape and poop down upon the bus bench beneath it. Consequently folks rarely sit there. Pigeons do their business off the edge of the roof the same way people use toilets I suppose -- out of sight, out of mind. There's a happy thought.
Hope I sleep tonight.
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