During my brief time in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was slightly overwhelmed by the city I could once call my home. It isn’t quite that I haven’t been there in a long time. I do know how to move around the town… even got the bus system down. Sometime still felt foreign. It was the people. I returned home to find so few people that I still knew and still cared about. It was tragic, and isolating.
The only exception was when I shared a wireless access point with a new neighbor and we had a long, impromptu chat. “Annie”, sorry I didn’t call you back. I fled California for Tacoma, WA. Anyway, I did a linocut in response to what I was feeling about my life, and the city in general. I don’t have the energy to explain further, today.
1 comment:
so good so good!!!
I consider myself a very lucky guy to have one of these originals. it is on the fridge in the house and just looks so good.
I'm glad you posted it here, too!
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