»Sixth and Market

San Francisco, you are so dirty. I caught a cab down Market Street yesterday evening, and as the cabby skidded around the human obstacle course at the intersection of Sixth Street he muttered, "We are going through the Interzone." I started to chuckle, and he realised that he had spoken his mind aloud. He began to explain that he took the idea from William S. Burroughs's novel -- "Which one was that?" about the lawless region based on Tangier's international zone.

And that's what we were driving through.

Walking around Union Square and the Tenderloin today has revolted me: the number of people literally on the streets, simply standing around and blocking one's path, crowding one's nose, are more than a blot on the landscape — and why the fountain at UN Plaza — is repulsive; the people are a symbol of how lackadaisical San Francisco is about vagrancy. Care not cash?