Moving is curious. Or perhaps it’s the fact that I have moved too many times that makes it curious. Waking up in the dark, I find myself visualising the scene out the window of my new bedroom, and that visualisation…

I just had an elephant dream. Did you know that most elephants are genetically modified for warfare? They’re genetically modified to fly. Not that they actually can’t fly, they’re just naturally too scared to fly. Their ears are naturally fit…

On my way to CVS this evening, I saw masses of teenagers on the street. This reminded me of the pokemon crowd dispersing out of Victoria Park in Hong Kong, especially when out of the blue, someone shouted something and…

It’s Sunday, and I went to Swap-o-Rama again. This time, it was the real Swap-o-Rama: “Weekends Average Over 25,000 Visitors” as their website says. It was packed with people. You pay $2 entry fee at the entrance of the building,…

For that time of the night, which was quite early, the train car was quite empty. I sat closer to the front of the car, with an empty seat between myself and the front wall of the car. At a…

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…

That Tuesday was quite hot and sunny. And Swap-o-Rama was a bit more ‘raw’ than Maxwell Street Market. There were more things spewed out of the back of a van and the like. I walked around several times, and at…

The Cermak-Chinatown station brought me right in front of an intersection. Although I have the perfectly trained jus-go-even-when-you-don’-know-where-you’r-goin’ attitude, I just had to stop across the station to see a map that felt like it had sprung up from nothing….

Trade/Trace/Transit made cardboard waste part of my life. Before then, even though cardboard waste was obvious, it was invisible to me. When I started paying attention, I started seeing them everywhere. Like at the back of Treasure Island. That was…

Megha’s eyes grew even wider when I mentioned Swap-o-Rama. She has never been there, but as a Chicagoan by birth she grew up watching commercials of Swap-o-Rama on TV. I tried to imagine what it was like. I took bus number…