Twilight sets in as I wait for the bus outside the Bulgari store. I know I should be jaded (and not post too much that’s merely pretty) but it’s hard not to be touched by the sheer complex beauty of this one familiar city.
The papers are full of the corruption, corroding poverty, and other sad nonsense that Chicago sees daily. How poorly they report, though, on the blues, pinks, lavenders, and greys that mingle nightly with the black and gold of the holiday city.
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