The Chicagoans

We move through a world filled with visual and aural rhythm.

Cachunk, cachunk, goes the escalator.

Lub dub, lub dub goes our heart.

The poles fly by in rhythm on the highway.

whoosh, whoosh whoosh the bird flies by.

from the cracks in the sidewalk to the tremor of our fingers we are surrounded by rhythms of sight and sound.

blink, blink,,,, blink - blinkblink

 

Done