As my two-week visit to San Francisco draws to a close, I see in its conclusion the occasion for metaphor. Basically, a vacation in San Francisco is like life. LIKE LIFE, I said.
The first week: a sense of laziness, endless possibility, and ease, as if I had access to all the pleasures of the world, and all the time to enjoy them. By the middle weekend, signs of panic: time's winged chariot, and all that. And now, nearing the end, terror, teeth-shattering terror. And yet, resignation. These things too will pass - and, no doubt, pass quickly, as soon as I return to JFK.
Not quite Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and the five stages of death, but I didn't promise that this would be a profound metaphor.
(At some point soon, a return to regular blogging: two posts in the space of three months just will not do.)
Posted by gminter at July 24, 2004 11:14 PMgeoff,
tis annie seaton. I heard, weirdly, from gurdang (guess who that is) that you were living in park slope, teaching at brooklyn college, and further detective work has led me here. I live in fort greene and am amidst my own projects here and there...we should hang out, specially because i have a writing studio in park slope and belong to the food coop...so i'm always there...
Posted by: annie seaton at August 3, 2004 05:04 PM