San Francisco, California, August 2015

I am…
the detour from Van Ness to Lafayette Park in a sunny morning. The touch of grass while laying down and making a shameless selfie with the phone hanging from a branch above, the dew on my jeans.
I am…
the sun rising and casting shadows between blocks of concrete, I am a small creature digging through asphalt, concrete and glass.
Tenderloin, the smells, the voices, the strange laughters, the urban gardens, the queues at the church gate. The smells. The city dealing with itself, with its people.
I am… Chinatown, full of stoopid tourists, myself included.
I am… a passerby in a wonderful city of hills, seagulls, Spanish courts and green curtains…
San Francisco, August 2015