I moved to San Francisco recently. This fact has invited a series of similar exhortations from nearly every person I meet: explore this neighborhood! discover these cuisines! visit these photo spots! take advantage of the variety of experiences available to you! and so on. Their suggestions are well-intentioned, but somehow I’ve never felt any desire to follow them. I write this as I eat the same Chipotle burrito that has been my weekly staple for the last six years, in the same chair behind the same computer on the same desk in a different room in a different city.
The inner world
The inner world
The inner world
I moved to San Francisco recently. This fact has invited a series of similar exhortations from nearly every person I meet: explore this neighborhood! discover these cuisines! visit these photo spots! take advantage of the variety of experiences available to you! and so on. Their suggestions are well-intentioned, but somehow I’ve never felt any desire to follow them. I write this as I eat the same Chipotle burrito that has been my weekly staple for the last six years, in the same chair behind the same computer on the same desk in a different room in a different city.