no one reads this blog,

which is ok. I don't have much time for it anymore, my concept is scattered, at best, and the whole endeavor feels like a bit of an unorganized disaster, which seems fitting, given the state of the world (and life) right now. Plus, maybe I only really write it for myself, something not meant for public consumption, a chronicle of my life in San Francisco, what I see, what I'm thinking about, a place to write.

There is this lesson I've been learning over and over again lately. It is that I can't count on anything. Nothing is certain, nothing is solid, nothing is permanent. It is the lesson of my life, I think, but right now it is relentless. The answer is to be ready for changes, expect them to come in unexpected ways, and to foster flexibility. It is hard to do this.

And this, too, is part of the lesson.