Chicago Ghost Signs: TEL. KED.2338
This is the way it ought to be when looking out for lipstick traces, for falling into the gravity of forgotten criss-cross; this is the way it once was. An emblem of the city. Stark history. You walk a little bit west, slightly north, you hallucinate what ought not to be there.
Uncovered for a day—stumbled across one afternoon—visible for maybe a month, maybe two, then effaced forever.
And a few months, years later? Memories, emblems, tableaux once hallucinated.