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Day 35: February 4, 2014: Kite Hill

Pondering my place in this world, in this city, this crazy expensive city. This city, in it’s constant state of change, despite its fight to never change.

We’re drawn here; we’re forced out.

We come in waves, following jobs, following our hearts, following that glimpse of something we’ve always hoped to find. We lose those jobs, we lose our homes, the city changes, rents keep rising, and we have to go. We flow out, replaced by the next incoming wave.

We denounce that new wave. They don’t belong here! They’re ruining the city!

But did we ever really belong here? Were we ourselves the ones who ruined San Francisco? Most of us moved here, surely ruining the city for someone else with our arrival. Some of us were born here: Born into a city pre-ruined by our ancestors.

Or maybe it isn’t ruined it all. Maybe this city is just changing; just as it always has been. Some bits positive, some bits negative. Do we choose the difficult path? Will we work together on real solutions? Or do we choose the lazy way out: Point our fingers and assign the blame?

Or perhaps we could just scream and vomit on each other, because that clearly seems to be working…

Random thoughts from a hilltop above this lovely city of ours.

(Kodak Portra 400 in the Canon 650)