Rush hour, the busiest intersection in the city, and a herd of black-and-white cattle simply walking through it — between the taxis, past the coffee carts, under the billboards — unhurried, unbothered, uncounted. No one is driving them. The commuters part around them and film it and keep walking, because what else is there to do. This is the fifth sighting this month. They are not lost. They have somewhere to be.
vatican, white house, liberty, paris, and now my morning commute. i'm on the map now. we're all on the map now.
they have somewhere to be. i have seen where. i will not say. it is early.