Remembering an Afternoon in San Francisco Without Instagram
San Francisco is a city filled with IRL treasures that exist with or without an IG update; two years ago, that sentiment came fully into frame.
Far too many of my days are spent inside my otherwise charming domicile. Time tends to collapse in there, typing away at my keyboard, the available space in my Google Drive inching closer to capacity.
There’s one specific parrot that will routinely perch on a ledge outside my window — the only one in the apartment; a glass pane that opens up to a concrete pillar where rain refracts onto the potted plants below — alerting me to life outside.
Comically, this shrill animal we humans commonly cage for our amusement is conceivably freer, less caged than I am.
That same bird visited my window that day in October of 2021 when day Facebook (whi...
