I leave for San Francisco, joining the rush of vehicles down freeway over bridge, draining into streets whose names have remained familiar...but I forgot that the neuroanatomical evidence of massively altered brain proportions and the anthropological and clinical evidence for universality of symbol learning across a wide spectrum of circumstances indicate that the human brain has been significantly over-built for learning symbolic associations. Human brain structure is an exaggerated reflection--a caricature almost--of the special demands imposed by the challenge of their angle, and detour around, working my may back to the Haight-Ashbury. God's Eye Theater a beauty parlor, Straight Theater a supermarket, Golden Gate Park seems more developed than when I wrote "Alone in winter's drizzle—

no pond no frog no sound.

Rain and hay fever sensed in the nostrils.  Meet Talan at the People's Cafe, he just back from a conference in L.A., bleary from two flights canceled and little sleep. Over coffee we discuss mutual friends, personal plans, context dichotomies...
then I drive to North Beach, arriving at 
a 15-minute parking meter opposite City Lights. It was the spirit of this place that drew me cross country a new home, almost forty years ago. A ghost now, a hollow-eyed revenant sweeping across titles of new books looking much the same, I have never been more than I'm not at this moment.

 

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