Journal

Wind comes in many forms, any Chicagoan can attest to that. The fire that licked our city subsisted and spread on wind, and when you spend a gusty evening along the lakeshore, there’s no denying...

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I can hear my city. With each revolution, with each passing monument, with each wrinkle in the pavement that tells a different story as they reverberate through my wheels and deep down into my bones,...

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