Impressions of a walk through my old suburban neighborhood, Christmas Day, 55 degrees Fahrenheit 

Throughout the week, I write down moments out of the day about fascinating details of the environment and the people around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

A tall, chain-link, fenced-in yard clutches to it a blue tarp that may have been the base of a pool once. It is semi-dug into the grave and dirt.

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Impressions of a True Food at dinnertime 

Throughout the week, I write down moments out of the day about fascinating details of the environment and the people around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

A tattoo on the girl’s wrist.

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Impressions of the food court in Orland Square Mall

Throughout the week, I write down moments out of the day about fascinating details of the environment and the people around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

The tall, middle-aged man with the childlike haircut and pudgy face points in the direction of a Taco Bell as he watches his elderly mother shuffle her way up the ramp to the food court.

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Impressions from a Sunday Train

Throughout the week, through all the stress and the busyness, I take a moment out of the day to write down some details about the environment around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

The middle aged man with the grey-brown hair lifts the bud from his left ear and listens as the train’s conductor mumbles something he thinks is important.

A smile brims to the lips of the man across from me watching his phone.

The Asian man sleeps next to me with his arms crossed.

I look at the Greek letters K A P sewn into a young man’s hoodie. A renegade string has come undone from the orange trim that surrounds the blue letters. Its presence is menacing and free.

The woman’s pinky and ring fingers curl as her middle finger curls as she points to the things on her phone.

The older man standing in front of me gestures with his left hand. It is worn, hairy, slightly tanned. His wedding band glimmers.

The young man next to me, brown hair and blue eyes, sees without seeing.

Everyone’s running shoes are new: marathon day.

• A young child hides behind his uncle in the train seat.

A woman looks out with large brown eyes to the sky.

Impressions on a Saturday night

Throughout the week, through all the stress and the busyness, I take a moment out of the day to write down some details about the environment around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

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