The other day I tweaked the homepage of this site. The complex years-long relationship I have with this site means that I feel weird, anxious even, to call it what it is—a blog—but it is a blog and has remained a blog even when I’m not blogging. After tweaking the homepage, I dove into someContinue reading “Twitter, Blogging, Sparks, Connections”
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Where’s my center?
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.
Face
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.