My Personal Blog

Coffee and Boots

I write to you for the second time from Brioche Bakery & Café. When I left the hostel today, I thought about three close options: Brioche Bakery, The Station, and Reveille Coffee Company, all of which look quite comfortable viewed through the

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Airplanes and Internet

Two prompts conjoined. As I was walking down the steps (I walked up them to get my headphones), and am now listening to the Weeknd, I saw a word I see often, as it is posted on a main hallway in the

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First morning back living in a hostel.

Today I listened to Frank Ocean in one of the hostel bathrooms. I believe it was WC2, which stands for Water Closet 2. Did I mention the Green Tortoise hostel is geared for international travelers? Americans don’t say water closet, at least

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My Symmetrical Universe

“Rolling Marijuana, that’s a cheap vacation.” – Frank O I had Frank on all night. Fell asleep to that shit; woke up to that shit. I’m writing to that shit. That quote is what was playing when I began to write. Do

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Blurb #4

I have been listening to Frank Ocean nonstop for nearly 24 hours now, and am only starting to throw some of The Weeknd into the mix. I should most definitely be preparing to leave my house. I am taking my exit in

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Blurb #3

The clock on my computer says 6:16, and it is wrong. Two hours prior in the AM is where I sit, and I write to you from there. Blond, by Frank Ocean plays loudly out of my iPad. I have recently been

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Blurb #2

I sit in a French Bakery on Columbus St, after walking in a rather large circle. I arrived at the hostel early today, prepared for a day of writing. When I opened my computer, I detected it was not happy with it’s

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Manifestation of Dreams ii

I am on a video call right now with her, and it’s making for the best morning I could possibly have. She got distracted by my talking and missed her bus stop, so I know she’s feeling some type of way. Enamored

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Blurb #1

As I sit currently, I see the view above. I came over into the city from Oakland about noon, and adventured for quite some time. I exited the bart on Powell, and I walked aimlessly about the Tenderloin. I was on a

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