I went to a Pride parade in Dallas earlier this month. I left looking at the ground the parade walked on. Older than the parade. Older than the neighborhood. Older than anyone who showed up to celebrate… or to erase.

San Francisco kept finding me for years before I understood why I kept going back. The city is everything it's supposed to be. That was exactly the problem.

Of all the things a man who has lived the life he has could do with his time, why this? His answer changed how I see everything familiar.