My wallet is old. Three years old if I’m not mistaken which is old for a wallet if not for a person. Most inanimate objects you keep in your pockets only last two years, this rule applies for cellphones as well. My wallet is hanging on by perhaps 100 threads, which considering it is made of too many threads to count is not so much. There are holes through which I can see the receipts...
I really, really want to climb into the cabinet where we keep the pots and pans and stay there, lurking, like a cat. Except I don’t think I’d even begin to fit through the door.
an exercise in simile: sunset as nostalgia
It is the light of the sun going down in the west pointing east covering the treetops and rooftops with sticky caramel orange and giving everyone a healthy happy glow in photographs. It bends through the windows and touches your skin and hurts your eyes, as though the sun was a lover you took for granted during the daytime and now she’s leaving you can’t bear to let go. She slips...
life in the big city, sf style
So I’m all moved in here in the Sunset, if not completely unpacked. Our apartment is spacious and sunny and has a view of the ocean, there’s not a lot more you can ask for, really. And I’ve got the two best flat mates anyone in the world. <3 I’m on the job market, which is a little weird. Tomorrow I’m heading to an open interview for a catering company in...