Seven minutes passed the hour on a blisteringly cold Chicago morning, the uber drives away with your work shoes in the back of their car, you- a soon to be business-owning, Porsche-driving, and loudmouthed middle aged blonde woman, are convinced by the waves of Lake Michigan that there is something growing in between the cracks of “reality.” Before you can understand the mysteries of the universe, you’re going to have put up your magnum opus, ‘The Splendor of Recognition’ but there’s no way to anticipate the baffling disappearance of a wonderwall, a monster that only you can see, or the intrusion in your life of a nicotine vaping stranger hellbent on destroying the institutions that cage you from your humanity. You might be nuts but you're welcome here.