I took a walk around West Philly yesterday, and my eyes never felt so open. Everything seemed like a piece of art to me. My friends and I found abandoned lots, torn-up couches, graffitied walls, and everything in between. I find it incredibly interesting how all these things can be placed so randomly by so many different “artists” and yet collectively they create something absolutely beautiful. It is like data processing. Random codes, if put together, all have individual intentions and when combined together, make something magical. West Philly reminds me of that. We took tons of photos, and I will be commenting them once I get them developed.