trvlgs

There were three different times between Cleveland and Chicago where I could’ve sworn I was in Gary Indiana. My subconscious is stupid. I finally found myself in its jagged embrace and I realized that I’ve never really been to a ghost town before. For all I know, Gary Indiana is just two train tracks, an old factory, a Greyhound station and a silly art sculpture in the middle of it all. It might be interesting to spend a week there, I thought. But probably not.