t-rex and I wandered around chicago by bike today 10:00 am to 12:00 am without direction, observing city fabrics and stitches, car lots and cigarette stores, garage sales, vine-covered duplexes and block parties. an august afternoon, not too hot and chicago is celebrating.
my eyes, feet, butt, and thighs are exhausted.
this city is a place that I will miss.
oh oh starlight compost how will we drift through the california foothills? will there be mariachi music? will there be revolution?
