I always feel uneasy in San Francisco. No, more than that. I feel… bereaved. And the beauty of the city just makes it worse—like someone smiling sweetly at you after delivering terrible news.
I loved this, Lilly. A beautiful statement of how a place lives within you and how deeply remembered moments there can arise simultaneously in the present to overwhelm you. There's much here to unpack.
Lovely writing. San Francisco, or more precisely Bolinas, a kooky seaside town not far from there, was the last place I saw my dad alive, and I haven’t been able to return to either place, but then I am in the UK. I heard recently that San Francisco is changed since the pandemic and got rougher, more edgy. Is this true?
Paragraph three, with the glance back at ages 7, 9, 11 -- poignant.
I loved this, Lilly. A beautiful statement of how a place lives within you and how deeply remembered moments there can arise simultaneously in the present to overwhelm you. There's much here to unpack.
Wow. This is so captivating from the first sentence. Thank you.
Such a great description of the city. Miss the burritos every day
Especially love your opening simile.
Lovely writing. San Francisco, or more precisely Bolinas, a kooky seaside town not far from there, was the last place I saw my dad alive, and I haven’t been able to return to either place, but then I am in the UK. I heard recently that San Francisco is changed since the pandemic and got rougher, more edgy. Is this true?