I am uncertain why I am bringing a camera with me on the pilgrim's path. The camera was my mistress for 18 years and perhaps I am still not over her so for old times sake I let her record my memories. The camera had not been in my thoughts until the first pilgrim walk and for reasons unknown I dusted it and placed it in my pocket and walked out the door.
My social karma today was both poor and good depending on the hour and the place. During the afternoon walk I stopped at Harold Washington and felt like stepping into an alternate reality where instead of the good karma I have enjoyed I instead suffer through constant hostility. All I could do was keep walking and smiling and hope to burn through it.
The pilgrim's walk is a peculiar thing, it came upon me so sudden and unexpected, unprovoked and perhaps even unwanted. I don't know what good it is doing for me or others, although I have been blessed with great beauty which is consistently assaulting my greedy eyes. The city now seems new and fresh as if I traveled a long distance to reach here.
If I want to see heaven and the Pink Angel I must arrive by mind and into hell I can also descend, trapped in a slave's body or a slave to greedy senses?
