Reflections on Chicago

With brilliant architecture and alluring entertainment and a constellation of charms, Chicago is not just a mere big city with a large population, it's not any old city, it's an amazing city. When you glance at the resolute faces of the fast-moving hunks of bodies in the streets and between the towers of the city, where you're afforded public-privacy in their steely eyes looking through you and pretending not to see you, appreciation of their mannerism and loneliness strike you. Judgement day, or so it seems, is in the hair of the hour. And you feel nothing.

To be continued. ... I'm tired and my mind has stopped. This is work in progress. ONLY a DRAFT.

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