“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 great is thy tenderness, O cool, grey city of love!” — 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
