cambria flounder

always some place to go, be, do, see...

on my way up to my last trip to san francisco, i stopped by a tiny town called cambria. i hadn't been back in almost 10 years. though it still has a tiny town feel to it, there are definitely more tourists that visit, and yes, i was one of them, but only to see how it has changed. i didn't stay long, only enough to see what was new and what was still standing...

remind me why


"...it's as if you're pounding on the massive doors of the kingdom of your wildest dreams. At first lightly, even respectfully, then, losing patience, louder and louder. You pray. You plead. You beg. You ask. You cry. You wail. And just on the other side of the door, your faithful, adoring subjects silently writhe, some quietly crying, all intensely feeling your frustration and loneliness.

Yet they remember all too well how, on the day you left, you made them swear not to ever open the door, so that you might discover for yourself...

... that it was left unlocked."