I recently moved to Chicago and settled into a pie-shaped studio at Marina Towers. Construction workers have drilled into the crumbling cement of these towers almost every day since I moved in. My room shakes as their mechanical roar bleeds through my supposedly noise-cancelling headphones.
These reverberations have unstuck me from my former reality. My sense of home has become literally unstable. I have become well aware that my dying cement building and I may fall right into the Chicago River at any moment.
And so, for peace of mind, I must now seek out good things. During my time in Chicago, I have tried to find the best good things.
I will now recommend the good things to you.
Here’s a piece on why I want to document Chicago.
And here’s a piece about why I do actually love Marina City.