Our world is inside the mall

Inside the mall, no rain nor snow, always light and comfortable.
Whatever you desire, you just can take it (as long as you own that little plastic card). Staff greets you like an old friend, cares for you like a family member. But at the end you leave. Maybe it is night already and all of a sudden you face the dark and infinite sky. And you feel left alone, weak and tiny. Where is my car. It's cold in this world. This is not my world, not the real one. Go back where you belong. Where we all came from. Where we were fed and kept happy. Love you mall. Will never leave you. Never.

Dreaming Inner City

Chicago Humboldt Park. Back alley at night. High crime area.
Cars turn on their alarms: Don't leave me here in the dark,
don't forget me, I'd drive with you in whatever dream you want,
headlights off, eyes closed.

Cycling at Daylight

On a sunny day in Iowa, cycling on a 7 day tour. I wear a Chicago Cycling Club's jersey showing the city's flag. More than 10,000 people did the ride, from one rural Iowa town to the other. May 2005: days so hot, nights freezing cold. Great fun. No showers.

The night shift

What is on the other side of the moon?
Did Pink Floyd give you
the answer?
Do clouds sleep at night
like we do?
Why does night radio
send us
such fascinating stories?
Doesn't darkness switch our realities
when we read a book at night?
Don't you think that daylight is our world of control,
human rules and machines while at night
we can only watch the sky and listen
(or escape sleeping)?

Turn off the lights to be a night's guest...