The golden city

Looking out the Ikea cafeteria towards San Francisco, as the golden sun shines down on it and reflects its light off the waters of the bay. As Karl slowly comes in from the pacific, diffusing the landscape to give it a dreamy, ethereal look. I can put away the ugly horrific truths of the city and lazily float on the dreams I once had about the city.

Even the iPhone can’t fully replicate the rose tinted glasses I wear looking out at the city