That balcony looks inviting. I’ll fly down and perch on the wooden handrail next to that little man. He seems to like attention; his face lights up whenever the crowd below cheers. Why are all these people assembled here? They hang on this man’s every word, yet he’s not really saying much of substance. There’s Bunim in the distance. I can see from here that he doesn’t want to be here. How burdensome it is to be human. But in this moment I am free, for I am a bird.