"I was sitting on a bench next to the Art Institute of Chicago while the prosperity of America was passing me by without even looking at me in the face. I couldn’t resist myself to feed the pigeons around me with some bread crumbs, just like an old lonely man with nothing better to do in life. I thought that by playacting my touching bottom there would be no other direction for me but up.
I threw a large piece of bread that brought a big chaotic group of pigeons moving fiercely around their target. Suddenly and out of nowhere, a little brave sparrow showed up, went through their legs, grabbed the piece of bread and took off leaving the rest of the bigger birds lost and confused.
I was to become that sparrow".