The week hits different now, with Sunday gripping tighter and emptier and more remote, and the product of leaning into what light there is to start things off at the very height of the bright season, while winding up even as it feels like other things didn’t wind down so much as fall out of my hands.

A flyer for an old school disco dreams DJ night is taped to a lamppost and slightly out of focus, while light colored graffiti storage in large letters stands out crisply against a red brick building Sunday, June 11, 2023 in San Francisco, California.

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