The Richmond. The Avenues. Every day they filled with words.

My street, district, neighborhood, monotonous & detailed, hand-drawn through the avenue signage until Arguello, not following the subtle turn into downtown.

Families, hipsters, misfits. Always gray, the fog a swarming animal, plunging inward & receding, billowing, a waking dream in a cloud.

I pretended my mini tape recorder was a cell phone--walking slowly up & down each block--picking times I thought the sidewalks would be empty, though they never were. The images and other textual elements are of and not of the blvd, found along the way and put to use.

I saw, said, heard, typed & wrote every word. They're mine now.

-ARC, 2008

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