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I realized the greatness of the public place, where someone crazy like my-now self could believe it was all mine and act like it, because the public places belong to everyone.
I did go into the cafe/bar, that is at the corner of Folsom and Bessie Street, across from Precita Park bordered around the edges by big trees. The park was reminiscent of parks in cities in Europe, where tables and chairs would be set up and waiters would come across the street and take your order in the park. I ordered some coffee and stormed around a large unoccupied area of chairs and tables in the back used mostly for music, and generally acted like a lunatic, so that I got a lot of strange looks. But I was of such self-importance, maybe for the first time in my life - I didn't care.
At some point I went up to the top of Bernal Heights. Top of the world there, and can see 'three-sixty' in every direction from some places. I was seated looking north across the Mission, almost a magic carpet, like I used to do at the Acropolis in Athens, Greece.
I had a series of revelations. The first may have been how I would derive my power in this new state of affairs. If I am powerful what are the ramifications? Thinking transpired over a period of at least a couple of hours. I had spent a lot of time at the Acropolis in Athens. I had been to the hills in Jerusalem and one of the attractions here was the similarity. It came to me that this hill was the center of the world.
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