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Back in the big devil, the dark master San Francisco. Wrapped in a mantle of fog, he rules over the darkness of the city and within ourselves. He lives in the rustle of leaves dragged by the wind against the rough sidewalk, in the angry growl of revving motors of cars speeding past, way too close for comfort, wails of sirens rushing to another unfolding tragedy. He lives behind darkened wide open spaces of abandoned brick lofts behind the square bars covering the windows. I take a deep breath and breathe him in, cold, moist air of the night wakes me up after five days in dry Southern California/Vegas desert sun. It felt good walking out into the dry desert heat on Thursday, and now it feels like home to arrive back in the big devil.
I come back to a situation with To where he still has not responded to my message. This means I give him two more weeks, send him one last note then, and if he still doesn't respond then move on completely and stop thinking about him. In the meantime of course I will shift my energy to looking for new dates, but I still have him in the back of my mind.