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Ugh, I just drove through the town to pick something up and I got hit with a wave of sadness for how much I miss just being out and about in Oakland.
Just hopping on my bike, playing my music on my way downtown. Going to the library, grabbing some wine at The Punchdown, running into @root_g and @OGpenn, talking shit with some old folks at Van Kleef, heading over to the lake, Modern Coffee, Chapter 510, ugh all of it.
Watching a whole Habesha crew roll into Oeste, catching a Warriors game at Drake’s, random meetings over shrimp tacos at Cosecha, digging in the AAMLO archive, popping on the ferry and taking slo-mo videos of container ships.
Like everyone, I can’t wait til this is all over.
Like everyone, I can’t wait til this is all over.
I was trying to make something of it, and I just can’t. It’s just sad. It’s a small sad relative to all the other ones, but man... I miss that lifeblood running through me.
It’s also weird because on the level of capital, things are alive and well. Things keep on keeping getting built. Some companies are minting money.
But the people, the place. I’ve never get the disconnect as intensely between like, the county assessor’s map and the town.
But the people, the place. I’ve never get the disconnect as intensely between like, the county assessor’s map and the town.
Now that I’m really marinating in this feeling, I’m remembering the time @humblecore and I weaved through our deliriously happy city, everyone dancing in the streets, going stupid after a Warriors game.
Ugh or going to see someone do a reading at @EB_Booksellers ( @thebestjasmine!!) or @ebyesterday’s incredible boat tours. Or having an early evening mezcal with @robinsloan at Prizefighter.
Why am I doing this to myself? I feel like I’m pressing on a bruise, but I can’t stop. Because I want to know these things really did happen, and will happen again.
