Return to Chicago

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Return to Chicago

“We leave some­thing of our­selves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
Pas­cal Merci­er, Night Train to Lisbon 

Here’s me fly­ing right before the pan­dem­ic struck. And thus I got to see the city of my ori­gin sto­ry once more before trav­el bans, masks, and great fear, anx­i­ety, civ­il unrest, polit­i­cal upheaval sets in…

Aboard flight AA4179 from ORD to RDU. Approx time 2 hrs and spare change. It’s weird that I feel home­sick for NC now. It’s only been my new home for sev­er­al months only.

Now the Chi felt as it always has in my mind, my heart, soul and body: cold, indif­fer­ent, apa­thet­ic and an emp­ty soul­less husk. The kind of beast whose vig­or and alive­ness was devoured from with­in by blood starved par­a­sites. Those par­a­sites are the cor­rupt installed by tran­sients and lib­er­als real­ly. If you want a first class les­son in what lib­er­als do when they ‘take over’ Chica­go is a shin­ing exam­ple: broke as sin and try­ing to bleed the pop­u­lace of any resources it can obtain. If they could they would charge an air tax and a tax for pay­ing tax­es. The deci­sion was smart, obvi­ous and long over­due. I’m not the first not the last to think so either real­ly. Mass exo­dus is on the rise.

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The author, spike is a half-Korean/white city boy from the north side of Chicago.

For all intents and purposes, you can refer to me as spike (online at least). Unlike Zuckerberg who thought it was a good idea, we all utilize real names in an ever-increasingly dangerous web, on an overpopulated platform that's slated to becoming the next new Myspace I disagree with such sentiments.

I'm originally from Chicago and moved to the sunny piedmont state of North Carolina in September of 2019, well before the year Covid-19 swept across the world. I'm a creative being, multi-talented and just a chillaxed city cat who isn't easily bothered by things, by life online or off. I neither think too highly of myself nor diminish myself much either. Some would say I'm a trip, others might say I'm mysterious and some obnoxious, and unintentionally hilarious/amusing/entertaining.

Whatever the case might be, I'm simply here expressing myself because I can, felt inclined to and well, when you're an exceptional professional you just don't stop.