╱ day after day

Tomorrow morning, things will be the same or different. You turn to look the decision in the face, and where the answer would be; smoke. You cut through it and when you see is nearly never now, the where nearly never here. CARTER  ATLAN thirty-six. lower pacific heights

[dewrr]

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN - SURFACE, 1.06

[vanescos]

LOCATION: The San Francisco Ballet; The Nutcracker; Outside TIME: Evening STATUS: Closed → Yanmei / Carter ( @carteratlan​​ )

Yanmei had a rare moment to themselves where they weren’t chasing some story or managing EXPOSÉ. They could relax and enjoy themselves As much as a person like Yanmei could. Tonight, it was The Nutcracker, and that held a special meaning to them. It was the first show their parents took them to as a family activity for the holidays after they had expressed an admiration towards the art of dance.

However, the beauty of the music and the view of the dancers was marred by the sound of someone’s child expressing too loudly to be a whisper and too quietly to be what Yanmei assumed might be their normal speaking volume how bored they were and that they wanted to go home. Yanmei gritted their teeth. If it wasn’t so close to the end they’d have given the child a sharp shushing.

They stepped outside and inhaled the crisp winter air. A pleasant, welcome shock to their system after sitting inside a warm theater.

“A lovely production. Too bad it was far less enjoyable by the obnoxious child. Who ever thinks it’s a good idea to force children to shows like these if they have no desire to be here in the first place?” they hissed under their breath as they buttoned up their coat to no one in particular, but certainly not subtly enough to not be heard by the person near them. Thinking aloud had been a persistent habit of theirs.

The gears in their head were already beginning to whir as they took a mental note of what was left that they had to do that night. But first, a piping hot cup of coffee was on the agenda.

[carteratlan]

The search for an ‘ugly sweater’ for a friend’s upcoming holiday party had proved to be more difficult than Carter ever expected. Then again, he probably shouldn’t have delayed it to this late since they likely all were already off all the store shelves. It wasn’t that he didn’t exactly mind the season, you just wouldn’t find him being the first in line or ahead of anything related to the festivities. 

At the same time, he’d been occupied with work and finding things to write about could be a bit more difficult when this particular time of year rolled around. Not that burying himself into his job was anything that new either. It had just been that way for a while now and he couldn’t lie and say that he did like to at least attempt to receive potential praise from his boss for his stories. 

Figuring he was coming up short on this current outing, Carter figured he’d just give up and instead took out his phone to see which of his contacts would maybe have a sweater to spare. Probably should have just done that to begin with. Just before glancing down at the screen, his sight happened to funnily enough pick up on a very familiar face that he was approaching on the San Francisco city street. 

“Well, hey boss.” He decidedly greeted with a slight grin, realizing the theater building they were near. “You taking in the show?” 

[carteratlan]

strangelyconstructed​:

— location: streets of sanfran — time: tuesday, dec 13th, around noon — open starter: @goldencitystarters​

“Hey, could y— ” Marnie tried asking someone nearby for help with directions, but they gave her a side eye and continued walking. “Hi! Sir, wou— ”, ignored again, though this time they turned completely. She’d never been in a city so large in her entire life. Hell, she’d never even left the midwest. People just weren’t the same here. “I’m looking for —,” nope. The biggest city she’d ever seen before was Omaha, and people, well, they were still Nebraskan there. Back home, where she could smile at every single person she made eye contact with and it was never weird, never met with an odd look or a glare. There, it seemed like somehow, the only real mean people were bigots, who were too ashamed or reserved or cowardly to actually say shit out loud (although online was a whole other story). Everyone else, though… they were polite, kind, and helpful. Always.

The culture shock she had here, she wasn’t ready for. It’s not that people weren’t kind, necessarily, they just… didn’t have the time of day or enough care in them to stop and help a stranger. It was different, that’s for sure. 

“Can anybody help me?” she said to no one at all, sighing. 

If there was one thing throughout the day Carter didn’t like to be late for it was the lunch hour, and the city of San Fransisco had plenty of exceptional choices to pick from on the restaurant front. When the particular decision of the day had been made in the group chat he and his fellow colleagues had on their phones, he didn’t have to be told twice to head on his way. Although just when looking up from his mobile screen, Carter realized he’d nearly ran right into someone else. “Sorry about that.” He quickly apologized for his own carelessness. At the same time, it seemed that the girl seemingly looked rather distressed. Not that his near run-in probably didn’t help anything right at the moment either. “You ok?” 

[carteratlan]

giselefms:

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁: @goldencitystarters ( 0/? ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: SOME COFFEE SHOP

𝐀𝐇, 𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍. 𝐈𝐓 was the best of times and the worst of times for the overworked woman, trying her hardest to keep herself afloat by running on coffee and a prayer. Today after acquiring her first ( maybe second? ) latte of the day – her eyes scanned across the coffee shop as she made her way for the door, not realizing she would collide with someone. Thank god neither drink didn’t spill. “My goodness.. I’m so, so sorry, darling. Are you alright? I must have been in another universe..”

It was at that time where the end of the year rush had started and the deadlines at work had become that much more intense than usual. As a result, Carter would take any break in the day he could to head to the nearest coffee shop. He likely didn’t realize how fast his pace had actually been or how substantial the swing of the door was until he ran into another person. Figures. “I’m good, thanks. You? — Guess I didn’t realize how fast I was actually going to get coffee right now either..” 

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Framed (Richard Wallace, 1947)

[weltenwellen]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

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