the red line.

22 October 2016 · by Tintin Wulia · in chicago, hyde park art center

Riding the red line from 47th street to Argyle was interesting. I remember Slater mentioned that 22nd street is where he thinks the boundary is, between the North and the South. Glenn mentioned the River North – but I couldn’t see the river and I couldn’t see the streets, so I decided to just observe.

It looked like Chicago station is where the demography changed. From then on, and especially somewhere along the Magnificent Mile, it went quite busy and perky. This was the night Chicago Cubs beat LA Dodgers, and I saw quite a few Cubs supporter.

When I stepped out of the Argyle station and saw the Vietnamese strip, my heart sang and I felt a deep ASEAN sisterhood. Or rather, tummyhood.

← the globe, part 2.

As a result of an auction in Sarah Vanhee's The Great Public Sale of Unrealised But Brilliant Ideas, my bio has become a collective bio:

When they were thirteen, Tintin Wulia and Christiane Berndes wished that Peter Pan would lose his shadow in their neighborhood, because they thought that Peter Pan was kinda sexy. Night after night, they would think a happy thought, wishing that Peter would find them if they could fly. Nothing happened – Tintin and Christiane discovered that Peter had much preferred Wendy.

Three decades later, Tintin and Christiane are still discovering many things. One, that Peter Pan is a fictional character invented by James Matthew Barrie. Two, that the fact that Peter is fictional doesn’t mean that he’s illusory. They are also discovering that, three, it is not a happy thought that one needs to be able to fly – it is, rather, the combination of a passport and a valid visa. And also, four, that the fact that one needs a passport and a valid visa to be able to fly is just shitty.