Chicago Skyline 2 Magnet

Breathtaking buildings cast monstrous shadows on the pavement and a body of water threatens from the east. Abandoned stockyards echo not-so-ancient screams and stench and factories guzzle smoke into the starless, inked sky. A saxophone dribbles against the walls of an empty L station--the rails shudder and shake as phantoms travel. Ghost signs haunt buildings. The faded stencils of forgotten companies tell us we'll never know the whole truth. We feel like jazz and we taste bourbon.