“everybody is talking to themselves,” i muttered. and at that moment i realized i was now among that everybody. something about the city i guess, something about looking at all the contradictions and dichotomies. the opulence of city hall and all the homeless that gather just beyond its shadow.
i find myself experiencing the bay area like it is a foreign country i’ve never visited. odd because it isn’t foreign and i have been here before – be it a long time ago.
the smell of incense perched itself on the morning breeze as i walked past the Buddhist temple on my way to work. that is the way i like to begin my work day…a brisk 12 block walk and the smell of something beautiful filling my head with positive thoughts.