(5 January 2018)
Loneliness wakens existence. To survive, one must learn to manufacture one’s own oxygen, in order to justify existence, each time from the first principles.
The Philadelphia downtown is nobly dead. It is a city in exile. The people in the streets do not seem to want to be there, at least not in that frigid weather, a reminder that nature wants you dead, or at least is indifferent about your existence.
A city in exile gives you the gift of time. One may find its indifference excruciating. Or one may reflect and create. Time does not ask to conform or compete. It encourages discovery and experimentation.
11 January 2018
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