For me, it’s never been a matter of when or why. I don’t choose when to be sad; I just am, often and unpredictably. The moment of inspiration many people imagine writers to have is a universal reality to me. Because the resting state of melancholy that propels my existence, unlike the temporary relief of the […]Read more "i write to alleviate sadness"
I missed the bus on from 34th and South Street. I decided to skate. Twenty feet in, I decided not to skate. I arrived discomforted. Wet. I ordered a dark roast. Hot. There were no open tables. I went outside. I pulled out my computer. My computer was hot. It hadn’t slept. Like me. I […]Read more "ultimo coffee"
The dark roast is labeled drip coffee on the menu. It’s the company of the coffee that was served in the dining halls when I had first arrived at Penn. In that sense, the coffee is reminiscent of late nights studying in Craig Library, back during a time when two cups of coffee per day had […]Read more "rival bros coffee bar"
I enjoy the first two bites of tiramisu. I enjoy low fixed exchange rates even more. When I bought my first squid-ink pasta, I was appreciative of the fact that the total bill did not amount past the single digits. Given the willingness to spend more for the exchange of new experiences on vacations, I […]Read more "press ‘5’ to schedule a wake-up call"
Quaint. Quiet. Quixotic. Located around the corner from the Barnes Foundation, I found a corner store in the midst of a series of high-end row homes. I got off the bus at 21st and Market Street before skating a couple minutes north. A couple of charming row-houses lined the hill up to Spring Street. […]Read more "peddler coffee"
It’s a sustainable clothing shop before a coffee shop. But, to someone like me who had never bought clothing from there, it had always been a coffee shop before a clothing shop. It’s in University City, otherwise known as West Philadelphia before it had been renamed for rebranding and gentrification purposes. After all, I cannot […]Read more "united by blue"
Ever see the vestige of a broken friendship in a bacon cheeseburger from IHOP IHOb? It was my favorite restaurant: the International House of Pancakes on Lancaster Avenue. It was where I discovered my fondness for the profound sense of ease after eating the thin round layer of starch-based batter known as a pancake. It was where I […]Read more "i am not ready for ihop to change"