i 'heart' chicago

the wind enters all the way. to your bone marrow. there's chocolate on the wind. i smell it everywhere. there's the vagina bldg (featured above, pls take a guess). there's the umbilicus of millenium park. there's diesel. there's barenboim. there's good food. there's pasts. mistakes. penguins in the aquarium. there's cheese bOrgers on the pier. there's a crazy street named wacker worthy of david lynch. there's people who honk for peace. and people who brave the wind that chills the bone marrow not to see the umbilicus, not to smell the chocolate, not to gaze wondrously at the vagina bldg, not to stroll hold hands cuddle along the mag mile, but to stand in a corner of their world city street with a hand written hand drawn sign to show that they know, and they care.
by the way, and this has nothing to do with chicago. i am editing this post to add this statement as i do not feel like posting another item to say what i want to say. i'm disGusted with my country.