Song Of My Navel
MIRA, CYCLE 1 The prospect of describing Mira, Cycle 1 fills me with the same despair I feel looking at my basement, which is cluttered with mostly useless objects that need to be sorted and put away or–more likely–thrown out. What a mess. Best of Chicago voting is live now. Vote for your favorites » Mira equates the self with the world–an important aspect of its gigantism, but not exactly a new idea....