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There's a haze over the city, and no one can see it but me. I see it the same way I see the emotions radiating off the people on the sidewalk. The same way I can see the thoughts of children. The same way I know how and when to stay away from dogs. 

Squinting your eyes can help you see, but, careful, don't close them. Then all you see is nothing. Or, on a sunny day, a reddish pink glow through the faltering lids.

The city is full of spinsters, hipsters, gangsters, and more. The city is an organism all its own. The city is hurt - I know this. No one else seems to notice. I FEEL it. 

I see the city writhing, crying in pain.

Fentanyl mornings in the Tenderloin. Meth-ed out evenings in the Mission. Drunks stumbling around North Beach. They are characters in the play, and I have so much love for them. I want to take them all home with me. I won't even enforce my puritan values. 

I will provide clean needles and alcohol wipes. 

The sun will break through the haze again. I have faith in this. My faith is misplaced, but it is all I have, and I will cling to it. It's a mid-week afternoon. People will die today. Today, people will be born. People will rot in jail and in cells of their own making. All this is natural. All this is fine. This is life, and life is not clean or easy. Especially not in the city.

Park your Tesla and take a walk. You have your freedom. Not everyone does. Take advantage of it. Revel in it. Smoke some crack or volunteer at a food bank. Get involved! The city will thank you someday. Or it won't. You won't be around to find out.

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It's sometimes pretty hard to see the forest for the trees. Or to feel proud and worthwhile when you can't get off your knees. It's tempting to throw it all into a big pile, scatter kerosene...wait for the inevitable explosion. It's harder to realize that the forest is strong and resilient, even if some of the trees are sick, weakened by avarice, and trafficking in greed. 

Metaphorical trees and forests can be a real bitch. 

It's easy to sit and complain. It's even easier to give up. There are a million ways to do it, and there are dozens of chemicals that can kick your 'give-up' right in the ass. You can make it seem like you are just doing what needs to be done, but not if you never think. Not if you never use your brain. Don't take the easy way out. Don't make those excuses for yourself.

Bitch, you need to look at the forest AND the trees. You need to take your blinders OFF. Think critically. Break out the old sniff test and see if shit checks. Like, if one of the trees tells you that it will fix the economy by crippling working people and enriching the wealthy... 

It's so damn tempting to look away. Don't do it. That's what they're counting on.

Look at the forest and the trees. Look at the flowers and bees. Hug the ones who love you and hold their feelings gently in your hands - that is everything. Lead with love. The world is a massive place filled with good, bad, and indifferent. Try to be one of the good trees. 

Your forest will appreciate it. And remember, forests are good places, even with the few, inevitable shitty trees. They are outnumbered by those who still grow.