Saturday, April 2, 2011

A Conspicuous Walk to the El


This is where it started.



This was the impetus to leave.



The plants were floating.



Here was a place to rest, but it lay behind glass and electronic locks.



It is, isn't it?



Don't open this door.



It leads to a desolate stretch, and there is always the danger of feral dogs.



I found neither food nor happiness here.



These Schnausers were very tame.



I heard the train and sprinted for the El, but I was well behind, and just as I was about to give up, gasping, at the top of the stairs, a big man with a goatee stood between the doors so they couldn't close and I could board. This was the nicest gesture of the week. So I took a picture of CTA map.



Here is my couch. This is where the story ends.

2 comments:

  1. your couch was in the subway!!! Comfortable!

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  2. It's been pissed on by a thousand homeless men and maybe me.

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