eightball8

today i walked home from the 22nd st caltrain station. an army of commuters jumped off the train and descended upon pennsylvania avenue, a street taken over by gray condos that likely replaced industry that was once there. san francisco bay is about one mile from there.

i wondered if they realize how amazing it is to pass through an ocean on the way home. i hope i never get used to this. even in my sleep-deprived haze i felt my skin glowing.

i need only put a bed in my shiny, lovely new house with my lovely housemates and big bedroom and walkable roof and my life will be complete.