Sometimes I forget whether or not I’ve verbalized my thoughts because my tweets, Facebook status updates, G+ posts, Tumblr entries, IM chats, text messages, and emails steal my own thoughts’ thunder.
My physical voice has been replaced by pixels.
there is something magical about park benches. as soon as your body touches it, reminiscence, innovations, epiphanies begin to pour. perhaps it is the traditionalism of it, compared to today's digital age. perhaps it is the legacy of many stories told upon a park bench. but whatever it is, please feel free to take a seat.
