while i photographed the sculpture, the sculptor was laying on the other side, sunbathing naked. i say, the sculptor, shining hard, brown, and lean in the morning sun, is a sculpture of himself. 

thought on the way through harold washington park. we need to continually define reality, and what we mean by reason and insanity. reason that results in the slaughter of war is insane reason. environmental protection of the coal oil gas industry is mad toxic laughter, the most toxic reason invented. murder for democracy is insane. we know the government is insane. while the sculptor may have some insane notions, he makes art from dispossession, while the government makes war, dispossession, a shadow democracy of ghosts.