The Seer Gazes into the Flames

One day I observed a number of pigeons warming themselves by the eternal flame memorial in Daley Plaza Chicago. It seems to me, that these pigeons have abandoned the ways of the pigeon, for those of the pedestrian (a long standing thesis) and in that time of domestication, have come to the question of mysticism and experience. There are those pigeons who have gotten too close to the flame and (voluntarily?) singed away their gift of flight. What do they see in the flames?

The snow and all

Certainly there has been change over the last year.

Further literacies

In the meantime, what I meant to say was, that I walked around the loop all day looking for a bank, which when viewed in Google maps, seemed to be taking over the city, but seemed on the ground to be every demolished or in construction building in the loop.

Yes, and through the loop I threaded, until arriving at a building that was one owned by the school I am here to attend. I entered, babbled something about wanting to get my photo ID, which I did, but after decided to go across the street to Walgreens and buy a razor, then return to the school and shave in the sink of the men’s room. This I did, quickly and unevenly, possibly a component in why I feel I failed my job interview later in the day.

But, who knows, and I celebrated anyway, eating at a nice Italian eatery where everyone around me spoke Italian and laughed as one of them evidently reenacted a fight from the previous night. It felt good there. I sat outside. I ate a real meal. But the fact that on a crowded street, no one interrupted my meal, nor anyone else in their mealings, means possibly two things, and definitely one: I will head down there again sometime.

Arrival: an intimation

Chicago is sticky and humid -- this I don't mind -- however I am also
almost broke.

Saw something you might like...but forgot what it was...this being
broke and just moved in thing isn't good for the old meal times...just
waiting until I can walk slowly a few blocks north to get a
dinnerlunch (I would call it lunchdinner, which chronologically is
more correct, but dinnerlunch sounds better in the ear, and since we
are only "calling" it something and what is that really, given the
slipperiness of the sign already, I might as well do better calling it
my candy bar--"Snickers, Keeps You Going").

There are very large rats here...A friend and I were sitting outside my
building the other day (she was about to leave and everything was
tense and sad already) and a large rat, unabashed with its ratness,
strolled around us until, in all ratness, opted for the alley way
and subsequent garbage for a rat treat, rather than our bare
calves.