◌ The Bay (Mars)
2 March 2014
I live in Oakland now. In the mornings, my first view of the horizon is a hillside of mixed grass, scrub, eucalyptus, and buildings. Palms and tea trees intervene.
I walked around San Francisco. I had an impression of terraformed Mars: a dry place, irrigated; changeable hills made cozy; a breezy city on the far edge. Outsiders and insiders in a yin-yang. Stairs, forests, little hints of Rio and Tokyo. High towers and ten minutes of rain in every hour.
I’ve been doodling with a little urban development index. It’s not good at beaches.
Sutro Tower was easy to recognize as Mt Hood: the thing above the horizon without too much political charge, floating like the moon.