Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:40 a.m.
Elijah hates it here. When he looks out the window, his mind replaces what he sees with the things he desires. The measly trees lining the city streets stretch and twist and thicken—they grow into ancient, leafy giants that filter the daylight and host countless species of birds. The tall buildings reach even higher, their bricks shuffle to the sides until their bases are immense and wider than their peaks. They become a lofty mountain range lining Lake Michigan. The elevated train tracks fall to the ground. Moss from the sidewalk cracks lurches forward and seethes over them. Twigs and dirt blow over from the local parks until the tracks are completely covered—they are now perfect paths through this imaginary wilderness.
Yes, Elijah is just a natural, hippie outdoorsman living in a sleek, industrial city world. But he has his water bottle, and he’s wearing his hiking shoes. Hopefully they’ll carry his feet to the forest where he belongs.
I saw Young the Giant last night with my sister. They were really good! You could have recorded it as a live album. I enjoyed myself greatly. Tonight: blues dancing, I believe? Tomorrow night: 90's dance party for Lindsey's birthday at Beauty Bar. Good times ahead.