Homage to San Francisco: A Fulfiller of Dreams


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Ecrire pour moi est une activité spirituelle du plus haut degré. L'écriture me donne accès à un monde inaccessible par tout autre moyen, un monde peuplé de Vérités éternelles, de Questions  [+]

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The train takes exactly 12 hours to get from Los Angeles to San Francisco, leaving at midnight and arriving in the high noon sun. This is quite apt in a way, for by making you wait for the good things to come it builds up expectations, but more importantly it separates San Francisco from L.A. in the same way day is separated from night.

If San Francisco did not exist, it would have to be invented to balance out the existence of L.A. and act as its counterweight, for everything in nature has its opposite—black and white, good and bad, heaven and hell—and San Francisco is the very antithesis of L.A.: the hope to L.A.'s despair, the yang to L.A.'s yin, the warm vitality to L.A.'s frozen dread.

Usually it is too simplistic to sort reality into such mutually exclusive, dichotomous categories, for nothing in the human world is so clear-cut; everything has aspects of light and shadow to it. Yet one does not hesitate for an instant to place L.A. and San Francisco into those kinds of classes, for L.A. really is the place where your dreams and destiny are destroyed and San Francisco really is the place where your dreams and destiny are fulfilled. The only catch is that San Francisco fulfills them on its own terms.

If paranoia is the all-pervasive ambience in L.A., then pronoia (the belief that the people around you, as well as the whole Universe, are conspiring to secretly help you and to do you good) is the predominant mood in San Francisco. And, just as the threats that paranoiacs believe are being directed at them do not have to be real to make paranoiacs' life a misery, so the good deeds that the pronoiacs believe are being done for them do not have to be real to make their life bliss. It is enough that one has that particular attitude; it is enough to believe that that is the case.

One question that arises is whether San Francisco is such a happy and serene place because its residents are so happy and serene, or are its residents so joyous and mellow because their city's vibes are so joyous and mellow. Actually, this question is relevant for any place where people congregate to live, work or to just socialize with one another: Is it the people's disposition and behavior which give the location its unique character and vibes, or is it the location's innate character and vibes which make its denizens feel and act the way they do? Or perhaps it is a process that works both ways, with the two effects reinforcing and amplifying one another in a kind of a perpetual loop: the mood of the people imbues the character of the place, which in turn imbues the mood of the people, which in turn imbues the character of the place...and so on ad infinitum.

In any case, as opposed to L.A., which is a city of nightmares posing as a city of dreams, San Francisco is a city of anti-nightmares, a city of the kind of dreams that, after you awaken from them, leave a warm, safe feeling in you for the rest of the day. That's why I always cherish dreaming about it and, fortunately enough, San Francisco is a place that had regularly appeared in my dreams, years before I even arrived in it, and it still appears in my dreams, years after I visited it.

The actual sojourn in San Francisco was so brief, so idyllic and the buoyancy I felt during my stay there was so rapturous, that I often wonder whether the visit itself happened in my dreams too— especially as certain features of the city accentuate its surreal character: the soft, diffused light permeating it; the splashes of wild, vivid color on its distant hills; the road that winds unceasingly from side to side, like a colossal snake that is slowly uncoiling while making its way down a hill, and the massive sea lions dwelling incongruously right next to the city's center (In any other place, wild animals flee at the sight of man. Here, like in fairy tales, wild animals flock towards man, for even they can sense and are drawn to the safe haven that is San Francisco).

Perhaps such an enchanting place cannot really exist in our world. What if, indeed, San Francisco has always been a mirage, without any reality or substance to it? Or is San Francisco just an idealized fictional construct representing the Promised Land on which we all could pin our aspirations for a utopian existence? Or what if, all along, San Francisco has been my own very cherished delusion, an invention of my overactive imagination that had given me sustenance and hope during my struggles and crises? That would certainly explain why I have always felt such an uncannily powerful personal affinity to it and why it has been such a persistent presence in my dreams.

 

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Tony Martello · ago
Continued support 5 votes Bozlich! This is my favorite! Tony
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Jennyfer Miara · ago
I voted again! Good luck :-)
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JACB · ago
Beaucoup de sensibilité dans ces portraits urbains, une Amérique dont j'ai eu quelques aperçus de touriste mais aussi un petit coup de coeur pour San Francisco ! Votre place en finale est infiniment méritée, j'espère qu'elle sera remarquée, bonne chance Bozlich,*****
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Jeanne · ago
A dark light between shadow and light , a pleasant story full of nuances and constrats, a scenario in white and black and in colour. In fact, I've never visited L.A or San Franscico, so I let myself be guided by the words and the pictures. Obviously it's day and night and vice versa, two opposing cities, however each one has certainly his charms, his own specificities, and both their major assets. For the narrator San Francisco has his preference whose quality of life makes the difference, an enchanting place. Is it an illusion, the product of his imagination ? A question that remains in suspension points. Did he realize his American dream... all is possible in the United States, the country of excess, anyway he realize a very nice dream of paper. A bouquet of hearts and all my wishes Bozlich for the rest of the events.
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M BLOT · ago
Good Luck
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Victor Fuhrman · ago
Congratulations Boris!
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Dmitry Kandov · ago
Congrats 🥳
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Donald Ghautier · ago
Congratulations, Boris.
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Dranem · ago
Congratulations! Good luck Boris!