Still Dark

Friday the 13th. Usually for such occasions we go to a party at the Black Cat Bar, a Nob Hill remnant of the old San Francisco Press Club. For 2021, no party.

Two nights earlier, there was live jazz at the upper bar and as always a spectacular end-of-day foggy view from the dining room. But no other diners to share it.

Imagining Armageddons

Unearthed, thought lost but found in a dutifully-automated archive: a mixture of Armageddons from Breughel and ISIS, made using software I was writing in late 2015. A collision of apocalyptic worldviews.

Since then: fire, drought, tyrants, protests, Panama papers, plagues of mice and microorganisms.