Chicago

There was something about a woman whose legs and arms and tongue had been amputated. There was something about the Chicago sewers and the sanitation boss or a city worker called Sebastian D’Onofrio, and then came a refrain, repeating Chi-Chi-Chi-Chicago.

I remember. Montag clung to the earth. I remember. Chicago. Chicago, a long time ago. Millie and I. That’s where we met! I remember now. Chicago. A long time ago.

I apply to the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University in Evanston, just outside the city on Chicago’s North Shore.

They had no idea I was actually taking the train from Indianapolis to Chicago. Alone.