Underground tour of the city of Chicago. Walking on rickety crumbling floorboards, they sag enough to reveal the “Big Foot” sculpture, a sculpture… of a large human foot.
My outfit change for the next day is hidden in a suitcase.
While being split into two groups by my friend Autumn for an assignment, I’m late and miss the full instructions or the chance to pick. The place is like a goth/urbex version of the city of Ambergris.
An athletic street-urchin-type kid falls over the rusty railings onto subway tracks, hanging on for dear life while his friends are somewhat lethargic and blasé (how often does this happen?).
Finding a small creature and offering it food, somehow I mistake a vegetable for its face.