a weekend in Chicago, part II: a unicorn goes downtown
While awaiting the purple line train from Evanston to downtown, a unicorn ascended from the southeast sky and, to the melody of an unseen harp, introduced herself as “Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander, the third… But you can call me Destiny.”
Her psychedelic mane and that sparkle in her eyes, man, I was smitten right away.
She was exhausted from making all dreams come true, so Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander III took a nap on the train.
When we arrived she had oodles of energy and led me in a dance through the streets. Not pictured: a thoroughly unamused traffic officer.
Her with Maya Deren at the Siskel Center… Destiny has a hard time standing still for pictures.
When it was time to leave Chicago, there was no discussion — she had to ride back to Indiana with me. Destiny was a remarkable navigator, I just closed my eyes and thirty seconds later we were sitting in my apartment covered in confetti. However, after two failed attempts at domesticating mythical creatures in my life I just wasn’t ready to let her stay permanently. She was rightfully upset, but I tried to calm her by introducing her to my friends at the Unicorn Museum of southern Bloomington. Miss Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander III now resides in their permanent collection. Blow bubbles into the southeast at sunset and you will be transported to her unicove! However I could never come along — I heard from the unicorn heart curator that she doesn’t want to see me — so if you see her, tell her I love her.
Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander III & me, together for the first time.
It will work if you believe in it strong enough, Pop. Write a song! Destiny loves music…
I will try the bubbles tomorrow at dusk, assuming they don’t work at dawn too. There’s a song in this somewhere….