today, right now at 12:41 sunday novemeber 8th i am missing the art insitute of chicago. in this moment, on this day there is no where else i'd rather be.
i miss the smell. i miss it's lightness and it's darkness. i miss it's warmth and it's marble. i miss it's one hour el ride on the purple line express to the house of worship. i miss the people who step on and step off that train. i miss physically being at these my sanctuaries.