memory on fortress
been untampered
some of the emerging in their field
the young and enamored
there was her life
texture is voronoi
we would outlast
more with veneering
its more of the same
you said it would heal me
she thought it heal me
its more of the same
you said it would hear me
she thought it hear me
its more of the same
you said it would here me
she thought it here me
she marveled and become undone
felt like her skin
however as restless
as we control
Drag Cursor/Finger to view Drag Cursor/Finger to turn Wheel/Two fingers to zoom Interact with cursor/finger
The car moves past Phat Boy Food, the kind of place that once thrived in a city where Black ownership was the foundation, not just a fading memory.
vyle. watches the streets blur past, but the pattern is familiar.
The bones of the city laid bare, Black-owned businesses hollowed out, buildings left to crumble, the infrastructure abandoned like a foreclosed dream.
Neglect is a slow violence.
And Chicago—Chicago is a segregated city by design.
The disrepair is not just the absence of investment.
It is the presence of something else—something older, something deeper.
Because the economy of the streets never crumbles.
It adapts. It evolves. It persists.
More people are drawn toward it, pulled into the weight of tradition, loyalty, structure.
In a city where everything can be taken, there is power in what cannot be undone.
Chicago's gang infrastructure—it is unlike anywhere else in the world.
Not just crews.
Not just blocks.
A lineage.
A system.
A legacy passed down like an inheritance.
Maybe only LA comes close, but even there, the code is different.
And here—here, they are the young and enamored.
The ones who inherit a world where power has its own language, its own rituals, its own initiations.
The ones who learn the architecture of survival before they ever get a chance to build something else.
Maybe by choice.
Maybe by force.
Maybe because there was never another door open to begin with.
The car keeps moving, but Chicago doesn't change in a rearview mirror.
It stays, right where it always has been.