Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.
The cafeteria in the Chicago’s Children’s Memorial Hospital basement was the saddest place in the world - and forever it shall be - with its grim neon lights and gray tabletops and the diffuse foreboding of those who stepped away from suffering children to have a grilled cheese sandwich.
When the mind imagines its own lack of power, it is saddened by it.
If my mind and my city were the same thing then I was losing my mind.