How the fuck could I have forgotten about Poe. Completely. I had Cacophony with me, but didn't listen to it (which may not have helped since it's much more Lovecraft, but Rudimentary Peni does remind me of Poe). Fuck. I'm overwhelmed by all of the shit that I have to visit when I go back there. I missed so much. But I ate good food, at least.
And I didn't get to go into any of the buildings like Independence Hall partly because I spent a lot of time walking around and taking pictures before I realized it, the time was almost 5:00 several buildings had already closed for the day. When I got to Independence Hall the park Ranger told me I could go ahead and go through even though it was close to 4:45, when he closed the line. I went around the corner and not only saw a line, but Rangers searching deeply through bags. Now, I'm not going to say I had anything incriminating in my backpack, that was the problem, I really had no idea what the fuck was in my bag. There is so much shit lined in the bottom of it, I only go down there if I have no choice but to look for something. I just don't bother taking it with me if I know I'm going somewhere it may be searched, for the same reason. I just have no idea what's down there. John carries around a razor knife with him because he's a painter, he forgets about sometimes when we go to the airport or what have you. I know I have a nail punch for my fear of traveling over old bridges (we have 3 major one's here) without something to break a window should the car sink. Would they consider that a weapon? I really have no idea, but the point is that my social anxiety, especially with "authority", is more of an issue than anything, and even though they were just park rangers, they're still "the law" which has always made nervous, even as a kid. So I just avoid it. It's why I became a good driver, and only got my first ticket at 29 (almost 30) when I was an emotional wreck and made a stupid decision to basically challenge a cop. So, I just turned back around, not even caring how it looked. The nice ranger who was manning the line, asked, "What happened?" I just mumbled, "Lines, I saw lines, I hate lines and I don't have the time. Thank you!" I never stopped walking, I felt like a dick, he was so nice, but he must see the same thing ten times a day.
As I walked back down Chestnut to get ready to leave I realized I had blisters on my feet and I was getting really tired. I still stopped by Franklin Court and The National Liberty Museum, but only briefly, as they were both closing. At that point, I still had it in my mind to drive all night to get home. It's silly the things my mind will allow me to think I can will my body to do.
Still copying handwritten notes and posting pictures. Will link and add more later/tomorrow.
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