Tag Archives: Sponge Factory

Lines (of longitude and latitude)

Though the tree is dead, it’s home to a lot of bugs, birds and bats, you can tell by the holes. It’s like the abandoned factory across the street from our apartment in Philadelphia that became home to the homeless, … Continue reading

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The Sponge Factory diaries (Philadelphia, ’95)

Perhaps Philadelphia got its edge from the fact the major ordered the bombing of a house in a residential area in 1985, a house with children and potential convicts inside, or perhaps it was like a jealous younger brother to … Continue reading

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