I find some weird shit when I randomly walking around town.
The sign on the tent says “space”.
I’m not sure why there are aliens at the farmer’s market. Perhaps they just enjoy cucumbers.
Slenderman out promoting the upcoming Magritte exhibit at the Art Institute. Or possibly trying to blend into the sky to steal honey from bees.
After taking down the flimsy but graceful paper mâché giraffe, the Eastern Black Rhino feeds on its savory thin skin as its young watches dutifully.
wtf Lincoln Park zoo.
Gorgeous chalk painting on the floor of Block 37.