Kenosha Gothic
I collect knives. Why do I collect knives? I like to, and besides, Why not? Everyone else has a knife.
You live in the third largest city in the state... There are no large cities in Wisconsin other than Milwaukee, so do you still exist? Does anything exist?
Everyone has a knife. Everyone carries a knife. Why does everyone carry knives, small folding blades clipped to their pockets where they can get to them in a hurry? Most of them don’t know. Some of them do.
Mom never worried about me being out after dark, after all we lived in the suburbs where it’s safe, and there’s street lights. There are parks everywhere, but they all close at night. There are no street lights in the parks.
In the winter, there is no day and no night, only orange light, ever present from Milwaukee in the north, and Chicago in the south. In most of the state, the sky turns grey in the winter. Not in Kenosha, here the sky turns orange. The snow turns orange. The trees turn orange. It is impossible to tell if time passes. Does it? I don’t know, it’s all orange.
I have a friend who lives in the outskirts of Somers. Driving home from his house through the farm fields in the fall, the wind tries to push my car off the road. Driving home from his house in the winter the wind tries to push my car off the road. Driving home from his house in the summer I stop at a stop sign. There is no wind. What is trying to push my car off the road?