Something was pulled up from the void. I wanted to capture that freedom I caught glimpses of in other lifetimes. I knew it was paradoxical but it was the only thing I could think to do, to fall in love again. I had heard from an old friend of a distant valley containing a string of strange towns connected by a canal, it was there that he found love.

With no other paths visible to me I boarded the train, carrying with me nothing but a tote bag containing a variety of seeds and a sandwich of pickle and nut luncheon. The journey passed quickly, as my mind was empty. As I boarded, I blinked, and all I could see out the window was the blackness of the innards of the mountains surrounding the valley, before again, I blinked; all became light and fog.

I alighted the train and, at the advice of my old friend, used my senses to guide me to the gathering spot of our winged vagrants by the canal. I had no memory of them but they must have known a version of me, for at my arrival they gathered around and about me while I stood smiling. I reached into my tote bag to gather some seed and repay our friends' infinite hospitality, and before my hand even left the bag they were perched upon me.

Now my mind was emptied I had no bodily reflexes, and so I let them sit patiently upon my limbs for the seed to be shared with them. I no longer wanted to possess anything, not even freedom.

So I fed them, and as I walked away they still rested upon me, one by one fluttering away, until all that was left was one pigeon perched upon my head. I gave them a gentle nudge and they fluttered back home. Until then I had only thought I knew home.

They were drawn back home, because their senses attracted them there. Afterwards as I sat eating the sandwich of pickle and nut luncheon I decided to not go back from whence I came, but instead foster my senses of attraction and repellence. I breathed in... ...and out.