Working weekdays the panic creeps in once I’ve gotten off the scale and begin dressing by my chair under desk light. Did I drink the water on the counter? Have I packed everything in my bag? Is there just enough time to allow for interstate dreamers clutching their steering wheels like teddy bears?

A freehand drawing of a flower and a moon and a couple of diamonds, possibly by someone named fank, on the side of a dark painted utility box at Eighth and Brannan streets in San Francisco, California.

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