It usually starts with a view of the sky. Maybe because I always wake up on my back. You would think they could at least put you in a chair or something. Maybe it adds to the authenticity of the experience.
It’s different every time. This time it was the beach. A pier stretched into the fog over the water. The light from the lamp bled onto the wooden planks below me. It was quiet. It’s always quiet in the beginning for me. I think it is the only time I ever really experience the silence anymore.
Here come the sounds, and the people. Fucking people. I used to love to see them, everyone I’ve ever known. But the novelty wares off quickly and soon becomes haunting. They don’t recognize me. Their faces are the same but it’s not them, just empty vessels. It is not my favorite part of this, but that’s not why I am here.
I am looking for something. Something that the dose is supposed to help me find. Something that could save us all.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color