beechnut1969
The Terms of Proximity
She pauses mid-gesture, phone lifted but undecided, eyes flicking sideways as if she already knows she’s being measured. The ibis stands close—not by accident, not by chance—but by experience. It has learned the patterns of human pause, the generosity of distraction, the brief openings where food appears.
They share the space with different aims. She guards her moment. The bird leans gently into it, patient and practiced, aware that cities feed those who pay attention.
In Sydney, coexistence isn’t accidental.
It’s negotiated—quietly, and on borrowed ground.
The Terms of Proximity
She pauses mid-gesture, phone lifted but undecided, eyes flicking sideways as if she already knows she’s being measured. The ibis stands close—not by accident, not by chance—but by experience. It has learned the patterns of human pause, the generosity of distraction, the brief openings where food appears.
They share the space with different aims. She guards her moment. The bird leans gently into it, patient and practiced, aware that cities feed those who pay attention.
In Sydney, coexistence isn’t accidental.
It’s negotiated—quietly, and on borrowed ground.