location, travel

proverb of place

Welcome to Chicago (and to my weblog, if you’re new here.)
I will try to keep it interesting.

I didn’t know I was coming here till just a few weeks ago, but I’m glad to be here. The place feels like Ithaca, with thunderstorms rippling through the trees. The air breathes with you.

In honor of the move, which now feels official since we signed a lease on Tuesday, here’s William Blake on the unbelievable:

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.