Charlie’s “Bird Palace”
Charlie slept on top of a crane in what he called the “Bird Palace.” His bed floated 60 meters above a garbage pit and there was no rail to stop him from falling down, but he liked it up there because no one could find him.
Pigeons flew in and out of broken windows. Their flapping wings echoed loudly in the large room. Charlie watched them with a smile. He climbed onto the crane and invited me to join him. I didn’t have the nerve.
Instead, I watched from below as Charlie packed a glass tube with crack and smoked it. He didn’t say much after that. In the silence I started wondering if anyone else lived in the incinerator.
I figured it was my time to go so I thanked Charlie for the tour. He said goodbye in a cough and I went back down the stairs and out the window with the ladder beneath it.
My feet moved faster than my brain told them to.
Des Carrières Incinerator
© Diego Cupolo 2011