kenkantor: Suddenly I felt welcome.
kenkantor: In search of our mutual friends.
kenkantor: Another suicidal selfie.
kenkantor: Still refusing to abandon hope.
kenkantor: Paths known only to a few.
kenkantor: Red is so last year.
kenkantor: Walking the photo walk, talking that photo talk.
kenkantor: We were all desperate to find the right street.
kenkantor: Embarcadero verticales.
kenkantor: Three worlds meet but no longer recognize each other.
kenkantor: Rat racetrack.
kenkantor: There is no more high road.
kenkantor: Mounting anxietiy.
kenkantor: SF Parks.
kenkantor: Trapped in a life of excessive contrast.