The Bay
The rain drenched the dark San Francisco streets, covering the city with a quiet, indifferent shroud.
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Shallow Roots
It was one of those gray autumn afternoons when the sky’s a flat stretch of concrete and the world looks like it forgot how to feel.
Quarantine
I feel like a bacteria trapped in a foreign body – searching for similar strains and a propitious space to divide and multiply.
Fertilize
Einstein said Biology would be the science of the Twenty-First Century, but the interest in Aliens and Anthropology, far outweigh the prior.
The Privileged White Guy Exhibit
What to do while trapped in a zoo? When there’s a companion, undoubtedly, we screw. But what else is there while trapped in a cage?
True or No?
Every day is roughly the same:
“Stop asking questions about the meal I’m preparing!”
“Who are you to criticize what is right?”
“Watch the news! Stay informed!”
“Did you see . . . ? That was hilarious.”
The Haunted Hotel
My wife and I got engaged yesterday at Half Moon Bay. We were walking along the Wavecrest Cliffs; staring at the various birds, which were surfing in the cloudy blue sky.
Drop of Dew
I would rather be discontent in the face of a sour situation, than ignore it. And yet, rest easy at night with a clear conscience, knowing that I have tomorrow to affect the world in accordance with what my ego deems “best” for humanity.
Solidarity
We aren’t free, while someone’s knee is on our neck, our hands are cuffed, and three others stare silently. Reduced to squirming like worms, we bellow like the day we were born into this unjust world.