Chicago is a city of art and architecture. I don’t think thus far that I have visited a city where it is so well-integrated either. The old and the new buildings, which I will talk about in another post, and the art itself, also
This story actually starts in 2012, a long way from Yosemite National Park. Farther even, than the 2261.215 miles that lie between me and it.
This story starts with a circle. Not a circle drawn in the sand or on a chalk board, but more a circle of motion, in life. A realization of sorts, a realization of circles that continually intertwine like a Möbius
