the small life in the sf

It’s 9pm on the weekend after Christmas, a Saturday night, prime chill time. Feeling less anxious than usual, I decided to watch a movie (thank you, quick Google search), poured myself a glass of water, and hit play. Halfway through, snack cravings struck. I went to the kitchen. Againnnnn, I’d done a full grocery run earlier and still forgot snacks, just fricking broccoli, arugula, and avocado. And then it hit me: this isn’t the first time, the millionth time. This city is consuming me.