Dream City

There's a parallel San Francisco that I go to in my dreams. It's full of unfamiliar streets, buildings, shops, but I know it's San Francisco. It has the same beauty and mystery that has always attracted me to the city, but it's unfamiliar, constantly shifting, unknowable. Mostly unknowable. Because, see, it's the same city. A... Continue Reading →

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