Things are just weird in the wide world — and like everyone else, most days I’m used to it. But to shake things up, I like to notice and write about stuff that strikes me as both beautiful and strange, fascinating and repulsive, sweet and sour — like how the steamy, stinky air that comes up from the BART vents at 16th Street Mission reminds me of being twenty-two, apparently immortal, and in love.

2 responses »

  1. angstycrayon says:

    Good luck with your blog! :)

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