…ut I’m not dating him for his politics, and I feel less and less the desire to renounce everything. I fell in love with Tom because when we strip away the superficial aspects of our lives down to our naked and writhing souls, they have a secret understanding, a twin shine and sadness.
…eative projects. Instead, her ways were rigid, and she constantly rejected the world as it existed. She wasn’t listening, but on one of her CDs, Ani DiFranco sang, “All that steel and stone / are no match for the air, my friend. / What doesn’t bend breaks.” When I look at her now, I barely recognize her.
My life was nothing like when I’d lived in the Mission before. I was still an artist, but my tools had shifted from typewriter to laptop, from etched copper plates to design software. The changes were incremental. I let my hair grow out. My job required a smartphone. I started getting rid of my shirts before they became threadbare. My younger self questioned me about all of this. She resided, stubbornly, in the innermost kernel of my worldview.