A little table and chairs lived in the scafolding of the Chicago's downtownfor three months, maybe more, because I graduated and left before I ever saw it come down
The actual day I brought my class down to see it, a huge dumptruck was right next to it with a crane that waas ripping bricks and metal out of the opposite wall. There was dust and smoke everywhere it was so loud that we had to go into the loby of the Schubert theater to talk about it.
Amidst all this craziness, smoke, and noise was this little intimate scene. The contrast with the table and chairs never looked more poetic than at this moment..