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The officer and civilian would tell me no more than that someone died. The police report, charted here on the Gothamist newsmap, shows the incident to have been a suicide. As an abstraction, acknowledged; in personal communication, there is an innate resistance against acknowledging that someone could have taken their own life.
Skies swirl above glass and grit.
A screen glows high, selling high-end elegance.
Palms bow to the moment below.
And a lone blue chair waits—
empty, and patient.
Union Square breathes.
Community partners joined the Union Square Partnership at the Library of Distilled Spirits to celebrate 2017! Photo Credit: Liz Ligon
This very red gentleman tied his dogs to the lamppost, then started doing situps which were marked by slapping his hands violently against the ground.
Ate there with Ed and one of his friends for the purpose of taking lots of photos. Result = meat coma.
Community partners joined the Union Square Partnership at the Library of Distilled Spirits to celebrate 2017! Photo Credit: Liz Ligon
My new essay in Palaver Journal from UNCW. This is just the beginning of a new art and photography body of work I will be sharing more about very soon!
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Sake Tasting Area:
The famous sake makers and distributors from Japan and U.S. gathered in one place proudly serving premium sake and cocktails!
Participated companies: Choya | Iichiko | Sake Tengoku | Sequoia Sake | Hosoda Brothers | Joto Sake | Wismettac Asian Foods | JFC International | Ozeki Sake USA | Kikkoman | Takara Sake | N.A. Sales | Gekkeikan USA | True Sake
Union Square Plaza Hotel
Ex-Hotel Paisley (before 1911)
432 Geary St.
Union Square, San Francisco
The hotel is said to be haunted by the ghost of Florence Cushing. Miss Cushing, of Needham, Massachusetts, had just arrived on a steamer from Honolulu. She is said to have been despondent due to ill health and had contemplated thowing her self overboard while sailing to San Francisco. However, on her first day in the city, she threw herself from her seventh floor window onto Geary Street.
© Matthew X. Kiernan
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Stopping and watching the world by me. watching the sky and the fog embracing slightly San Francisco like nature has started a non-violent protest against us. observing the big buildings in Union Square and the huge skyscrapers protecting them from the outside. Looking at the people, the 1000 different gazes in their eyes. Love, Freedom, Purity, Excitement, Balance, Emptiness, Perdition, Sadness, disruption. Looking at the core of the plaza, looking at that woman. Perpetually marbled. She looks like she doesn't care about us all, the continuous life that goes on and on and ends up in a fully depressive and disappointing nothingness. She will be ready for us in the moment of need with her trident. She's the most profound part of our Unconsciousness. Leaving again, being part of the flood of people that visits Union Square. A little sparkle, quite invisible, a thinking lost in the wind.