I was hanging out at Dolores Park last weekend and, well, if you haven’t been to Dolores Park in San Francisco, it is mostly a huge outdoor party. Traveling vendors dragging overflowing Radio Flyers display their Venmo handles in exchange for joints, margaritas, and coconuts filled with rum. Someone always has a bubble gun and someone else has a hula hoop and the day just gets lost in a lens flare. The heat pounding down on my limbs brought into sharp relief the bodily shift I’ve been feeling lately, that the world is pulling me more firmly into solidity when for so long I’ve felt temporal.
seeking a fixed point.
I was hanging out at Dolores Park last weekend and, well, if you haven’t been to Dolores Park in San Francisco, it is mostly a huge outdoor party. Traveling vendors dragging overflowing Radio Flyers display their Venmo handles in exchange for joints, margaritas, and coconuts filled with rum. Someone always has a bubble gun and someone else has a hula hoop and the day just gets lost in a lens flare. The heat pounding down on my limbs brought into sharp relief the bodily shift I’ve been feeling lately, that the world is pulling me more firmly into solidity when for so long I’ve felt temporal.
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