Polaroid photograph via Will Reichelt
San Francisco and I have a relationship akin to an amicable break-up. An instance in which former lovers part ways on splendid terms with an acknowledgment that the couple doesn't function well in a romantic capacity and that it's for the best to see other people. After the split, the former partners remain acquaintances. Once in a while, when dating becomes stale, the prospect of returning to what once was arises {typically prompted by romanticized memories of a past that pales in comparison to the reality of the former relationship, and leaves out the grittier details.} The couple reunites, and the incompatibility becomes apparent leaving them to part once again. San Francisco was the first city I was ever enamored with. It's such an arduous task to store away memories of one's first love.
Listening to: Adriana Delawari "San Francisco"
