is k. delusional? the question immediately asks itself in me. am i delusional? maybe we all are to some degree, maybe fluctuating like the weather and change. 
i just wanted to say this picture was a conversation yesterday we were having when k.'s old lady stalked by with her sad dog.
he was saying how there was an old curse on this place, hyde park, even before the indians, and that the hampton house where he stays with his old lady and her sad dog was once inhabited by the kkk. he asked what i picked up on about this place and i said i feel it's a place like miami that was appropriated and taken from nature, that nature underlying was still seeping up in a kind of miasma. that it was a place of power for the indians taken over by the whites. funny he said he saw a dense white energy. i said funny it was the place the first nuclear bomb was made, and the white city was made here, and harold washington, the first black mayor was here, and lived in k.'s old lady's building, and there was a huge colony of parrots in harold washington park, harold's parrots, and he and the parrots didn't last, and obama, the first dark president, not from here, but launched his empirical career here, and wants to build his conning tower here, and somewhere in all this is the story of a place i'm trying to put my finger on. i feel it pulsing all around me.