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Blurb #6

I write to you from Jack Early Park. Another beautiful step garden buried within complex San Francisco. The steps lead to a lookout, from which you can view both the Golden Gate, and the Bay Bridge. The latter of which is a

01/25/2018

Blurb #5

Breakfast is in full swing at the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco this morning! I entered the ballroom prior to my shower this morning in search of free soap, and was greeted by a lady I am growing quite fond of:

01/24/2018

Strehlow; ThyWanderer; Shxde

I write to you from the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco, in the ballroom I sit, eating scones that I saved from last night. Free bakery flows through the hostel; the bread of life. Pondering my own future recently, I have

01/23/2018

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

01/22/2018

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

01/21/2018

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

01/21/2018

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

01/20/2018

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

01/20/2018

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

01/19/2018

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