for some reason today (out of the blue) i remembered this book i read once, and i have no idea if it was for school or if it was for leisure, but it was so weird. it was this book about a seagull named jonathan livingston seagull (which makes me wonder, is every seagull’s last name “seagull”?) who through the learning process of flight becomes like the buddha of seagulls.
I don’t know why this deserves to be on the internet (it probably doesn’t), but I thought i’d share. google it or something, i remember it being pretty kew. p-r-e-t-t-t-y kew.