This song is fitting for the mood i felt in the city today. Rain creates an effect over the city that causes it to sometimes slow down, shadows seem darker, gusts of wind blow longer. We don’t walk, we march to a slow pace, rain forcing us to change the direction of which we were going. Temperature taking the forground in what what almost otherwise be a pulse pounding day.
Yet theres still that pulse, that heartbeat that continues to drum throughout every New Yorker. On the train on the street, we all march to the same drum beat, with different highs and lows, but the rhythm is constant. We all wake up and slowly march towards that goal, whether it be home or work, food or drug. Sometimes it feels as if on track, on order, yet there is still this beautiful chaos that we’ve come to embrace.
Than theres times where I stop. When I stop, I create. I would like to think that my creations come from this pulse, from this march. My creation’s are me simply trying to figure it all out. I look back at the finished work and realize that it poses even more questions, and thats where i continue, to march.