The Death of Imagination

In 2003, Labor Day Weekend, I was so desperate for urban landscape that I walked from about 6-8 blocks south of you and west of the Cemetery to the Apple Store and then down to the Jazz festival to meet a friend. My feet still haven't entirely recovered from that day, but I needed to walk, and there is little else, save probably real hiking to clear one's head. It was overcast and slightly cold. I recall being amused that I couldn't lose my way because I was on the grid. I don't even recall the route, I was well west of Clark and didn't start to move east until somewhere around Andersonville, where I think I finally turned east and migrated down Broadway, drifting over eventually to the Western edge of Lincoln Park, and through Rush Street on to Michigan Avenue.