'and tear your curtains down, cus sunlight is like gold'

i went for many reasons. i like the way that navigating around the city makes my brain work. i like the way i believe by going down this street or up that street that, maybe, i'll find the answer to something. i like the way i feel pretty there. i like the way i get all wrapped up in it.

but.

then.

i catch my breath at the top of telegraph hill. i read a few Ginsberg poems in a rocking chair by a window. i watch him closely as he stirs the milk into my coffee. a certain rolling stones song plays. and finally, i have an epiphany about the importance of backyard bar-b-ques.

and i realize.

this city is not the place for me to live. not right now.

obviously i've been highly considering it.

and that was the question i arrived with.
so, in fact, when there was a break in the storm and the shadows ran wild..i did eventually find an answer to something. down that street. and up this street.