Redemption grows like weeds here on the North Side. All the pentillion sallow highrise apartment complexes look exactly alike, but each is distinguished by the rotting sagging houses in spitting distance. Each hovel and vacant lot has it's own special smut and fungus, weeds, rats and remnants of cyclone fence. It used to be feared that modern buildings would result in mind numbing monotony. Not so. And it is decay that deserves gratitude. Thank you, each and every collapsed front porch. Weakened girders are like an action flick. I'm not bored.
By the by, there may be some sort of reparations owed bracket fungus and corn smut, too. They are an oppressed and underprivilidged blight. The smut is more like erotica. Milk weeds have been working their pods off to give this slum some charm. Where are their keys to the city?
Best, the highrises are loaded with people who are infirmed, stable, thriving , if shabbily cared for. I love it here. It's a place that deserves itself.
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