There there, it’ll be alright. BeReal’s down for the moment. Look: a swirling serpent of cloud. Will-o-the-wisp. I watched a square shouldered man tangle with the metal tigers of cars edging around him on Fullerton in a forced migration of metal stopping and starting, honking and stuttering. My cold brew had a paper straw. It was cold out and the paper straw was cold. January in Chicago. Why a cold brew? Why outside? Mysteries abound…
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