Chicago Dream

 I was walking with somebody in a very run-down Chicago, and he was pointing out an old building, now desolate,and surrounded by empty lots. The building had glass that glowed red in the setting sun. It had once been a silver repository.

We walked to a streetcar, and I made a point of staying with him, because he knew the way out of Chicago. I was watching seemingly normal looking people leaving old apartment buildings, and wondering how people can live here.