there's an open space hill near Chantal's place in the Castro. I went walking after dinner last night and found this little path up there.
I love how in this city you can go a different way every time and find something totally different
Melissa and I were talking, once, about how radical it is to veer from your course. How you're going along and you see an opportunity for adventure and you take it. Even if it's just going around the block in pursuit of some little tiny adventure your mind is suddenly different...
I used to think that San Francisco from a distance looked like barnacles clinging to a rock. All the buildings look white from afar.
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