Some Mondays start with knowing you'll need a beer in you hand on Friday.
Decided on an analog morning of book and coffee, but have been using my phone the whole time.
Refalling in love with transit stop design.
Hanging up hand washed clothes outside reminds me of a life I used to live.
Layers of memories.
Another Friday night at work.
I'm interested in who these Apple air wielding coffee sipping beautiful people are lingering in the coffee shop for hours.
The continuing adventures of delayed public transit.
She asks if bikes are allowed on BART, I just smile.
When you've lived somewhere long enough that you stop depending on the posted schedule.