YESTERDAY WAS EPIC, TODAY WAS SUNDAY
yesterday i went out for a short walk, but it didn’t burn out until four hours had passed. i had no destination… only flipflops on my feet, a pen & a camera, which took no photographs at all. i used a scrap of paper to the same effect:
no one’s here, not even me. & the sun is so pure that nobody sees… it’s saturday, the bay is a dream.
i wrote those notes in a semi-private garden i found filled w/green & flowers, sliced into the side of russian hill between two streets descending down to the water. i sat there alone for thirty minutes studying my breath & the stillness of alcatraz island & the coastal mountains across the bay. i think i lapsed into a meditation of sorts… feeling content enough to need no thoughts. i tried to make myself disappear completely.
of course, the city still buzzed like a hacksaw in every direction. but i could also hear the delicate bees floating about the flowers in the garden. i heard the sounding of car horns & the beating of my own heart. i deeply missed the beating of another’s. i left when the sun moved, covering the space in shade.
i walked into north beach feeling lighter than i have in many years. i bought a cup of frozen yogurt & plump blueberries, which broke & spilled juice in my mouth like little plumbs. i wandered up the embarcadero, slower than ever before, to the antique arcade machines of musee mecanique. then i cut back through chinatown to my apartment for a nap. selah.
today i watched le mépris after breakfast & then battled the hills of san francisco w/a bike (i’m so tired of trains). i also found a double album by the kinks for six dollars. now i’m listening to “death of a clown” (great song) & typing this up for all you invisible eyes to read. i am not sure why. hi.
