I was driving home to Indy from my hometown,
when the first spark flew. As I merged to one of
the exits, I saw the criss-crossing interstates at
a favorable angle. The imagery was reminiscent
of spiderwebs, which was the inspiration for the
first verse of Concrete.
This photo isn’t a photo of what I saw, but
somewhat paints the picture I wanted to paint
with my words.