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Microclimates cohabitated in seven square miles: the Richmond’s chilly damp, the Mission’s clear sun. Homeless encampments stood mere blocks from mansions. The entire city felt contradictory and vertiginous.

‘We’re not magnets. We are a symphony. And even music requires silence.’

“Stroll. I usually walked only to get from A to B, to collect or deliver something. My footsteps were utilitarian. Strolling was a privilege.”

There’s so much description, this is going to take me a month to absorb it all.

After a brief struggle with the glass, it surrendered and never moved again. It was not a beautiful butterfly, one of those splendours of colour and gold that I would see later that spring. Just an ordinary butterfly, grey, with a bluish tinge if you looked hard enough, a moth stupefied by daylight.

Hard to read these days while the earth burns around us