• Floor 8: 8th + Harrison

    1 month ago - By Open Space

    There are seven seasons in this city, along with a chimera of winds, a fan of shifting blues, sunlight being pulled further taut throughout the day, and a rich desperation that descends at twilight. i was once a teenager - spending afternoons bright with july white, uneasy with loneliness, trying to summon yet-to-be embodied lovers. sometimes, later, i would hop onto my bicycle and head east, beyond the borders of the ever-encroaching fog bank, and toward where the sky was still open with its pastel touch, gradient in pressure. the parking lot on 8th and harrison was under an unheard-of...
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