Monday, February 13, 2012

thoughts from my notepad:

BART attendant stumbles over his words on the intercom.

AMERICANO. Pleasant Hill downtown.

I can see Mountain View Cemetery from the tracks.

Hipsters, homeless. Girls, cigarette-mouthed boys. The Captain Morgan man with a lolipiop-- MONTGOMEREY STATION.

I took the 5 today because I couldn't wait for the 31. Cleaner, too.

the mission district-- it is old, it is life. The mission is where hard dreams refuse to die, when they have gone only so far, and just out of reach. I lost a silver button out here.

PHONE CALLS FROM CHICAGO. 4 PM.

You don't realize it, but you're huming to yourself./

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