From early January 2008
It's my first day. The offices are right on the edge of the Tenderloin. I park the car, walk down a block and turn the corner onto Market Street.
Even the poverty here is beautiful. The light is bright, but clear, not harsh, making everyone look like they are stepping into a Vanity Fair cover photo shoot. At 9am the subjects are the dejected--those staying in overnight shelters that require vacancy at 8am; those coming off an all night binge; those out trawling for a first necessary fix for the day.
I don't know yet who, if any, will become a part of my life or landscape over the next three months.
posted by ttractor @ 8:33 PM
3 Comments:
Oh! Does this mean you are "back"? How I've missed you.
Thank you sweet baby. Oh how I am trying to be back. Good holy moses there is so much going on I can hardly think straight! And those people who just blink out or fade away into the ether kind of freak me out, and I don't want to be one of those.
You're right. You don't want to be one of those. It's a digital form of suicide and you leave so many behind just wondering.
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