Returning to the scene of the crime, I recently made a brief appearance in San Francisco. From a new perspective at the 17th floor the city is not what I remember. I remember a 4th floor lifestyle from my apartment and office. Rarely did I go outside of that vantage point of the city. 17 was new for me and a reminder of how 'beige' San Francisco is. Cast against a cloud strewn blue sky and the occasional colored tower, the city exists banal in a colorless resistance. Variable identity is manifest only through ornament and time dependent details.
Beige gives way sirens and horns from below that remind me of a return home. San Francisco, frozen in its time remains as it always has.
Beige gives way sirens and horns from below that remind me of a return home. San Francisco, frozen in its time remains as it always has.
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