I try to avoid San Francisco
When I go, I surround myself with people
Otherwise, I have morbid thoughts, but a morning appointment, a miscalculated transit time
Find me alone on the SF streets half an hour before dawn
The skyscrapers get to me
I'm an heir to Art Deco and the cult of progress
I should idolize skyscrapers as symbols of human accomplishment
I can't They look no more human than a termite nest, maybe less
They inspire awe, but no kinship
What marvels techno-capital creates as it instantiates itself
Too bad I'm a hairless ape and can take no credit for such things
I could have stayed in Michigan
There were forests and lakes and homes with little gardens Instead, I'm here
We pay rents that would bankrupt a medieval principality to get front-row seats for the hinge of history
It will be the best investment we ever make
Imagine living when the first lungfish crawled out of the primordial ooze and missing it because the tide pool down the way had cheaper housing
Imagine living on Earth in 65,000,000 BC and being anywhere except Chicxulub
