It has been a while since I have written in my blog. But the surprising weather of Chicago today got me in the mood to write; walking bare feet in the streets, jumping over shallow ephemeral urban rivers and small ponds, calculating my moves and steps. I was thinking about my commute, everyday to the south, downtown sometimes west side of the city, often  repeating a line over and over again. As I wrote this, the image of John Cage's Chicago map came to my mind, his body in the space, wandering, pointlessly? The window was open when I left the house. The first thing I did as soon as I opened the door, was opening my bag and emptying my journal and book, my journal was all wet, its not ruined but some parts of it are pretty wrinkled.  My plants behind the window are the lucky ones though, they have got enough water for couple of days. The floor near the window is wet, a little pond of water, as much as a domestic floor can afford. It is an interesting, almost cinematic feeling; the storm, the need of sheltering or having a shelter, wanting to have control over your space and body.