Olde Kensington, a small neighborhood just north of Center City
Philadelphia, was predominantly a post-industrial area when I moved in,
yet ominous signs of imminent change seemed to indicate that the fate of
the place rested in other hands. Muddling my way through the unfamiliar
streets on foot, the city seemed to push and pull me in this direction
or that one, like it was leading me somewhere. Sometimes I resisted,
others I followed, but I never caught a glimpse of my secret guide, who
insisted on remaining shrouded in the empty spaces of the city. As a
record of these ambulations, this work limns the tension between the
extant and the imminent, the intervalic experience of living in a city
in flux, and a complicated relationship to place.