And fleas don’t live on hairless beasts!

I whirled around the Mission today. Unsuccessfully meeting a buyer, who for the fifth time suggested a time and place to meet, and needed a text message to remind her that oh, i’ll find you later. And a homeless woman who harassed me for money while I peered inside a store that used to sell chocolate and ice cream, now empty, devoid of any furniture and sweets. And the possibility of a project with a client who has a history of UN-innovation and UN-collaboration. And the troubles with managing participants with a study.

Little irritations. But then they added up as they do for any inhabitants of the first world. And I sat in the corner of a fancy chocolate cafe, rubbing my temples, my eyes glazed at my computer screen and a 33-page writing piece that didn’t fit my reading interests, but I had to critique, because that’s what I told myself that I would do as a dedicated writer. And the sun beating down on me, with the wind whipping the hair into my eyes.

My sunglasses though, made the world appeared cheery with yellow and red. I wish that it could make my emotions and mental state do the same.