They say
birds copy car alarms, but I think it’s actually the
reverse.
The whole concept of a car alarm is biomimicry to begin with. Dogs have been cooperating with us and sending us audible warnings for ten thousand years or more. Birds have been inventing attention-getting melodies since there were birds, and their dinosaur ancestors were probably doing the same thing. Car alarms are a conceptual mashup of what dogs and birds already do.
The whole concept of a car alarm is biomimicry to begin with. Dogs have been cooperating with us and sending us audible warnings for ten thousand years or more. Birds have been inventing attention-getting melodies since there were birds, and their dinosaur ancestors were probably doing the same thing. Car alarms are a conceptual mashup of what dogs and birds already do.
“The LOVE between a man and a woman
acts like a mousetrap to lure a man towards a woman enticing him
like a pure cheese, but is secretly tied with a strap.”
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
I
always wonder why
birds stay in the same place
when they can fly
anywhere on the earth.
Then I ask myself
the same question.
birds stay in the same place
when they can fly
anywhere on the earth.
Then I ask myself
the same question.
WE
ATE THE BIRDS. We ate them. We
wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst
out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their
feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we
wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops
and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we
clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted
them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and
all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one
with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth,
beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and
agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the
mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our
gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we
couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we
can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for
the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired
in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep
in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a
long time ago, when we still had the power to say
no.
I'm afraid of heights, so
if I were a bird, I would probably throw up
on all the
people below me..
