Chicago Theater

If walls could talk

Random wisps of wistful words  wafting  through, adhering to, the watchful walls. Stories without end, set upon the creaking stage. Refurbished and renewed, yet remaining still  a part of times long past, where countless thousands have entered with great expectation and left, at times, with great disappointment, but always with a learned experience of the art of illusion, an escape from the reality of the world into a realm of pretense.

Not so different, though, from the false selves still to be encountered day-to-day.