I have good news: I found God. Much to my surprise He doesn’t sit on a jewel embedded chair with velvet cushions and a sparkling crown circling his skull. He doesn’t have three rings on one hand that shine with two times the power of the sun forever. He resides directly over 95 north bound just east of Philadelphia right by the Ben Franklin Bridge. Whenever I drive that, no matter what, a perfectly timed song comes on the radio that fits exactly how I’m feeling at the moment.
For inspiration, I spent the morning youtubing animal attacks caught on tape and the animal collective. This blog is the result of the unsure and unassuming screams of victims and the helplessness of onlookers mixed gently with psychedelic music and the sound of the keyboard.
If I were to describe the city of Philadelphia in one word it would be
fullyhuman.” The above line was so clever I am having a hard time following that up. As human beings, if we could truly write how we feel then there would be no trouble writing; everything would fit together like puzzle pieces. Words are not the only things malleable. Human beings can learn to break the divide of race, and religion. Let’s start in Center City and work our way outwards.
Rittenhouse Square remains a haven for dogs and musicians. The place is littered with each. Much to my surprise, the sounds mix very well.