pigeons of npydyuan

I have a folder (dating back to the late 90s I think) of small text files, each containing the text “#pigeon” plus a phrase or a sentence or two of a small memory fragment—the kind of weirdly specific, vivid memory that always sticks with you and comes back to the foreground of your mind from time to time, and you don’t always know why. These pigeons are all (randomly) named after common nouns. I’m going to start going through the list (alphabetically?), expanding each one into a discussion, explanation, reflection, reverie (or whatever) about the memory it contains.

Whenever I come across a pigeon I don’t recognize, whose contents fail to spark the associated memory, I trash the text file (that pigeon is dead). If I ever get to where all the pigeons are dead, then I think it is safe to assume I will pretty much be done for, as well.