040 Tin Box, Cameos

Friday, January 14th, 2011

Most old cities have a proliferation of junk shops and antique stores, places to jettison the detritus of an old life or shape the beginning of a new one. In a dark and shadowed city like Chicago, a city made of layers and hidden meanings, built of secrets and watered with blood, junk shops and […]

038 Pigeon I

Thursday, January 13th, 2011

The original version of this post was somehow deleted when I tried to edit the title. This is a placeholder until I can recreate it. Essentially: pigeons are the souls of Chicagoans who died hungry. Ugh, I can’t remember all of it. It was good, though.

039 Pigeon II

Wednesday, January 12th, 2011

There are always pigeons in Chicago. Always. When one visits the same spots repeatedly, one notices that some pigeons are always there through the years (if one is observant), no matter how much time has passed. There is always a pigeon with only one toe on one foot at the Randolph and Wabash stop on […]