Thursday, May 26, 2011


Something grimy and endless about Chicago ...Streets of dirt extending in all directions
...The streets are streets of dirt, or wooden slats above mud ...Dirty streets extending in all directions. Some are like Milwaukee Ave., diagonals. These diagonals are appended into an otherwise unrelenting grid; this is to keep you from going insane, from boredom. From the suburban edge, which is about 8000 West inward, neighborhoods follow upon one another hardly distinguishable until the first Starbucks appears at exactly 3400 W. Go east now on, over a bridge. You are on Irving Park. Soon ...Finally ...the intrepid traveler reaches a terminus at the lake. He is exhausted, rents an apartment in a skyscraper; lays his head down and goes to sleep.

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