I wake up to a sound that I feel in the roof of my mouth. Holy crap I’m deaf, I think, and on lake shore drive. There is a fire in the loop . Silence. I see the broken el tracks and the trains running over them like water, piled up like sausage links. There is no sound, but I can feel the vibration in all sorts of places in my body. The pounding is random and each crash surprises me. I think I’m getting closer. I must revise my statement. There is not a fire in the loop, the loop is on fire. The antennas are gone from the tall buildings. Then I see something larger than anything I’ve ever seen before. It fills the horizon….I’m having trouble focusing on it. And it’s moving.

Acrylic on Plywood

2/2006