Birds are known for their symbolism in literature.
In my warped world, I find myself humming Bob Marley and then internally reciting lines from Poe all in the same day, and for no reason.
My point?
I don’t really know. I just realized an illustration of perspective, I guess, and probably a difference in the drugs they each used.
Poe’s bird
Marley’s happy little birds
Perspective.
caverns of my mind 