the_polaroid water lillies I stumbled onto a graffiti writer in an alleyway once. in that meaty, bright-colored san francisco other world they call the mission. I was careful not to disturb him but I wanted to watch. I wanted to shake all those paint cans, every last one. I wanted to ask questions, wanted to take a hundred photographs but I didn't. I barely managed the polaroid. I think about that moment a lot. I look at the polaroid and remember everything. the smell of the paint, the sound of the aerosol, the quiet of the alleyway. it's important to me. 120716 ... jane i must be the only one who feels this way, but my last visit there was horrifying. how someone could look at such a loud, filthy part of the city and call it "cool" or "trendy" shocks me into silence. my visit there included one of the worst panic attacks of my life - so bad that i had to leave the city immediately. circumstances played a part, for sure, but i can't help but believe it might have been easier if it wasn't so loud. i can't believe i used to be a city girl. 120716 what's it to you? who go blather from