The View from the Tenderloin
The View from the Tenderloin
It's taken me a few weeks to find my calm, to get centered. Time to understand how lucky I am, the great living situation, all the resources I have. For the first time in quite a while I took a walk through the old neighborhood, stretching my legs, listening to the headphones. It's still the rough underbelly of downtown, of this great City, too much trash, too many tents, still vestiges of hopelessness. The flotsam of humanity that cannot be hidden, no matter the circumstance. All against a blue and sunny background, immersed in my Pink Floyd.
I ache internally, as does my home care provider. We both caught the plague last January, and are trying to understand the severity of it's aftermath. With us, it seems to be damage to my kidneys and his lungs. Surviving the initial infection is just the beginning. Wear your masks, keep your distance, stay safe.
Hold those dear to you close
God save the Republic