~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. On the drive to Chicago by myself, I encountered something I wanted to write down, but never did. The only image I can extract is that of a puddle on the side of the road that reminded me of a glacial cut or geode. It was right at that y-shape corner leading to an exit’s landing. Something sliced, shaped like deli meat, from the earth, a shimmering mirror around the matte road.