It’s a constant struggle to remember not to smoke. I work at this co-working space where it’s goddamn impossible to get any work done and I’m always hungry, and there’s not anywhere good to go for a walk because it’s in a bullshit part of town. So I get bored, and I want to go do something but there’s nothing to do. This is what I normally use cigarettes for. I’m drowning this impulse in coffee, which will do for now, I guess.
Maybe the scarier thing than thinking that San Francisco is dead is to think that we’re still inventing the future here as usual, and that future is the dystopian libertarian hellscape San Francisco is turning into.
Holy fuck, I’m about to buy a house
Millions of Dead Tourists