I’ve grown a thick skin for the corporate Liberty 1 and its minions of time travel. I once read in a book that UFO’s are human tourists from the future. I want to suspend time of all its wires and mathematical equations and live in the moment with you. Meet me on the corner of Berk’s about 20 feet past the bus stop.

This is Philadelphia, not the product of a dream. The bright lights and loud noises keep you awake at night but only for a little. It’s not long before you join the dark side and run rampant in the streets, or at least learn to sleep with the noise. Broad Street is so bright that you can read a book at night. My first thought is, “Why would you want to read a book outside at night?” My second thought, “Why would you want to read a book?”

If time travel were possible, I would travel back to this morning and sleep in longer. Or maybe put on a different shirt, and maybe some socks.

Logan Square is my house for book reading and people watching. I frequent the place often, in an attempt to understand the pulse of life. Behind each smiling face there is disease. There is optimism and pessimism. There is a story to tell and most likely it will make you cry. Or tear up. Or disturb you. Or haunt you. There is also hope that lies in the eyes of each person I meet. Hope for change, because human beings are never content. I wouldn’t be surprised if Heaven used the same exact slogan.

Where we can meet, it always rains. I found out it’s the giant air conditioner on the top of the Temple building that spits water from 200 feet up.

Now I am writing this blog 2 minutes before I wake up this morning. Each thought and each word that I would write was known in my head by my “god-self” circling the electrical expanses of my mind. These words were already formed in secret at the beginning of time. I knew I would write this, I just didn’t know I would write this.

-minion number 1