me and my cheesy high school friends :)
anyway, it feels good to be home. I used to dread coming back to this part of san fran but this year, I needed to be home. just to get a break from all the craziness and superficialness of la is very refreshing and it took me this long to realize it. if you've ever read Jean Baudrillard, you're probably familiar with the idea of crossing the line between the real and the fake...basically he thinks we're living in simulations of reality, whatever we think is "real" is actually "fake." because society/media is so good at what they do, no one can really tell what is real or not anymore. point is, whenever I'm in la, I can never tell who is real, or if I'm being real myself...it's weird what that city does to you. so being back in norcal I feel like myself again...at least I think what myself really is...ugh rambling
9th & Irving St. San Francisco
what do you love most about being home? as for me...ASIANS are my favorite part about being home. partly has to do with being with my family and partly because I have no one in la to eat udon with. and what amazes me the most is that I'm the only one that knows how to eat with chopsticks while compared to my sf friends I look the most retarded when using chopsticks. I've had such an identity crisis all my 21 years of living and don't know if I'll ever figure it out 100% but as of now, I can suffice having the best of both worlds, even if it means travelling 388 miles just to be "myself."
photos via thecobrasnake & my facebook