The Smallest Big City I’ve Ever Seen
October 22, 2005 | 19 Ramadhan 1426
Philadelphia’s a small city given it’s fairly large size. What I mean by that is that unlike New York, it doesn’t have the feeling of being a metropolis. This past week alone, I’ve run into friends and acquaintances by accident, so much so that it feels like I’m living in Smallsville. It’s beginning to feel like home, despite my best laid plans to prison break all the way back to the West Coast (the Bay Area’s so beautiful). I even ran into Orpheo at the Broad Street/City Hall change over. And he’s only been in the city for 6 weeks, most of that teaching at Temple. It’s funny, I remember meeting him by chance at Cleveland’s Diner, back in Madison. He had studied in Berkley and I lived in San Francisco. We were both lamenting on no longer living in the Bay Area. Oh, well. One day. One day. But I’ve got some things to do here, I believe. And as Morpheus said oh-so-poigantly to Neo, “There’s a difference between knowing the path…, and walking the path”.
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