Hope this finds you well. I’m imagining you on a typical San Francisco summer day: half-hidden in fog, eating many pieces of toast for lunch. Is this accurate?
Let me describe what I’m seeing from my perch across the country. First, a bus stop that I hadn’t noticed before. A man locking his bike up, attached to the bus stop. A woman in clamdiggers (not digging clams). Graffiti that looks distinctly unlike that on the West Coast, though I couldn’t isolate the formal differences.
Two phrases have been repeating themselves in my mind throughout the morning. They are: “lifetime supply” and “seldom if ever”. I have not been able to figure out their significance yet; possibly they arrived in a dream that I’ve forgotten.
“the most hopeful sound on earth”
you stand with one boot upon my fender
reflecting on my …..
— Giant Sand, Provisions, Stranded Pearl
Most likely we’re going to be good friends. Nobody has to be the boss of anyone.
(also? why do I CARE about my Tumblarity rating?)
At least our position in the world of “outraged/impotent” proceeds unabated.