davidjoshuajennings | writing | photography

Hands in my pockets, I walked through Chicago in the rain, over a blaze of streetlights on wet cement, past taco shops and donut shops, Chevrolets in the street.

I’d been back in the US a week and everything felt new again: the wide roads, the fluorescent lights, the glass towers, the endless cement… Chicago, Chicago, Chicago. A squealing subway sparked by between brick buildings overhead, chanting Chicago.

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