I’ve always considered San Francisco my home city, I suppose. Probably by default. But it’s a shadow, a place of my various pasts. There are pieces of my life here and there — in the places I used to frequent, in the loft I own but now rent out, in the few good friends who still live there.
Entered that world once again,
and there he is, my dear friend gone.
I send a friend request, despite —
Just need a moment to pretend.