“As I walk her streets, the only thing that keeps me from stopping on every block and throwing my hands in the air in amazement are the old Jacob Marley chains we all clank around in, chains forged not so… — Gary Kamiya Copy Share Image
“I stumbled upon Friedrich Nietzsche when I was 17, following the usual trail of existential candies—Camus, Sartre, Beckett—that unsuspecting teenagers find in the woods.… — Gary Kamiya Copy Share Image
“the Tenderloin is a large turd—often a literal one—floating in the crystal punchbowl that is San Francisco.” — Gary Kamiya Copy Share Image
“As I walk her streets, the only thing that keeps me from stopping on every block and throwing my hands in the air in… — Gary Kamiya Copy Share Image
“Tho the dark be cold and blind Yet her sea-fog’s touch is kind, And her mightier caress Is joy and the pain thereof; And… — Gary Kamiya Copy Share Image
“I have spent much of my life exploring San Francisco. But perhaps it is better not to see everything. To let a small mystery… — Gary Kamiya Copy Share Image
