(photo by jenny beorkrem)
After Rebecca Solnit and Guillermo Gómez-Peña
On the Golden Gate Bridge, I am always, always in love.
In Fisherman’s Wharf, I am a miserable tourist.
In the Ferry Building, I regret yesterday's Junior Whopper.
In the Financial District, I am always somewhere else.
In North Beach, I am on a pilgrimage to City Lights.
In Chinatown, I am in Chinatown.
In Russian Hill, I am in a Hollywood movie car chase scene.
In Nob Hill, I wonder about Mark Kozelek and why I’ll never be the one.
In the Tenderloin, I walk alone at midnight and I feel invincible/invisible.
In AT&T Park, I am on Top of the World.
In SFMOMA, I am Third World.
At the Civic Center, I am First World.
At Alamo Square, apparently, I don’t listen to NPR enough.
In Golden Gate Park, I become a hippie Kim Novak.
In Haight, I am always not on time.
At Dolores Park, I am too drunk to care if I’m hip or not.
At 16th and Valencia, I am a tiger who wants to bite every beautiful boy and girl.
In the Castro, I am a lovely, lovely bird.
In Twin Peaks, I am a woman of mystery.
At the Bottom of the Hill, I am everyone’s friend.
In South San Francisco, I smell like home.
At Ocean Beach, I am never at home.
In the Ferry Building, I regret yesterday's Junior Whopper.
In the Financial District, I am always somewhere else.
In North Beach, I am on a pilgrimage to City Lights.
In Chinatown, I am in Chinatown.
In Russian Hill, I am in a Hollywood movie car chase scene.
In Nob Hill, I wonder about Mark Kozelek and why I’ll never be the one.
In the Tenderloin, I walk alone at midnight and I feel invincible/invisible.
In AT&T Park, I am on Top of the World.
In SFMOMA, I am Third World.
At the Civic Center, I am First World.
At Alamo Square, apparently, I don’t listen to NPR enough.
In Golden Gate Park, I become a hippie Kim Novak.
In Haight, I am always not on time.
At Dolores Park, I am too drunk to care if I’m hip or not.
At 16th and Valencia, I am a tiger who wants to bite every beautiful boy and girl.
In the Castro, I am a lovely, lovely bird.
In Twin Peaks, I am a woman of mystery.
At the Bottom of the Hill, I am everyone’s friend.
In South San Francisco, I smell like home.
At Ocean Beach, I am never at home.