His Weakness Was His Belief That Evil

Place Has Always Been Important To Me, And One Thing Today's Chicago Exudes, As It Did In 1893, Is A Sense Of Place. I Fell In Love With The City, The People I Encountered, And Above All The Lake And Its Moods, Which Shift So Readily From Season To Season, Day To Day, Even Hour To Hour.

There's Something So Relentless And Foul About Hitler And His People, And The Way Things Progressed From Year To Year. It Just Got To Me In The Strangest Way.

Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands Of The Newly Dead.

His Weakness Was His Belief That Evil Had Boundaries.

. . . Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow.