Thursday, 08:23, Lyon
Flying on currents and light, twisting in blocks and beams, reflecting and refracting through clouds and turbulence. I’ve a near-round view with a focal point front-and-centre to lock-on target for insects or to zoom into the earth for bugs. I probe the soil with my beak, sensitive to the patter of insect feet. In neon glints and iridescent flickers I see an exoskeleton listing, the flash of a wing, the health of a friend, the ripeness of berries, the husk of seeds.
What’s my pursuit, my curiosity, my desire?