Is spirit moving?
I am hosting one guest: Cara. And she has invited two more: Nora and Adrian. They’ve come to visit me at grandmother’s old ranch, which I retreat to sometimes. Tucked away in the hills, forgotten by time.
In the Presidio, there lives a master Japanese fisherman. One morning, he meets us at Fort Mason. From his pail, he hands us shells. A thing like oysters. And gestures, Eat!
There was a city. San Francisco, 2046.Hot and humid, almost Caribbean-like.
Buildings on buildings. Skyscrapers next to hovels.Spikes of gun metal, rising in…