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I make it back to San Francisco in the middle of a heat wave. At midnight, I unload my SUV of its myriad baggage: Ghanaian baobab, eight pairs of loose shoes, a 4inch mattress pad from Craigslist. Foreign currency floats around the cupholders and seat compartments; the engine light blinks ominously. Under cover of darkness, loaded with baggage, I finagle with the key, hoping no one lies in wait. As I move things inside, inside this home that has laid vacant for months, I imagine an alternate timeline where a stranger emerges from downstairs, where he has set up residence. He will crawl quietly up the stairs, making nary a sound, until reaching me, knife in hand, where he stabs me unmercifully. Somehow, in this story, I feel like the intruder; it is I who does not belong. He merely defends his property rights; I am alien to this home. When I lock the front door, I lock us both in: my estranged persona and the ghost of this house, my former life. I fall asleep with my bedroom door closed, not locked, so as not to tempt fate.

My first morning back in San Francisco is hot. I hurry out the door to the Arts Roundtable, a quarterly meeting of the arts Illuminati, where everyone tries to one-up each other for the most interesting thing happening in the city. An opera in a planetarium; the 100th birthday of a museum built on an immigrant cemetery; free tickets (and stickers) for the opening of an exhibition on Korean soft power. On the way out I run into a girl who I always run into, at the bus stop on Van Ness waiting for the 5. I mistake her briefly for a girl from my high school soccer team that gave me trauma, but am relieved when I realize my mistake. I catch her at a chaotic moment: she’s heading to her apartment she shares with her now-ex to pick up her passport to fly to Vegas tonight with her friend-with-benefits and that friend's sugar daddy.

then:
Asian art museum
Michael and walid come over
Hayward for double bdays
Jons for party
Farmers market
Worworkwor
Dinner w kaesha
House of nanking
Workworkwork
Walk nyla with megha
Hardly striclty peoplewatching

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