Captures the feeling I had in SF so perfectly.
“Nothing seems to have changed here. He has spent the last five years in a city that disappears more each week, but back here almost everything’s the same. The same Mexican guys are working the deli at the Arguello Super. The old man who used to live above him always dressed all in black except for his Pokeman backpack gets on the bus, and he’s still got that goddamn Pokeman backpack. “This is where…” he starts, over and over, and bites his lip, again and again.”
