In my future, we follow only the white light

I've been through Chicago many times, but never had the opportunity to actually wander the place with my camera. The first time I visited the tunnel between concourses B and C I was a teenager, on a trip to visit my aunt, and I remember the neon-induced euphoria vividly.

So, weirdly, I was pumped to see a five-hour layover in O'Hare last week and managed to wander the tunnel to shoot the lights. In this shot, you can get a glimpse of what I always thought my "grown-up house" would look like with the wavy, glowing walls ... except in my house, all the floors would be trampoline.