Green Xs mark the sidewalk for a good block. I (wrongly) assume, green marks are intended to indicate location of communication lines. Is this where we will receive messages from the alternate universe below the sinkhole? A dump truck pleads with me to be quiet, as if I was telling secrets I promised not to tell. In my imaginary conversation with an inanimate object, I say, "Relax man, I was just adding some apocalypse to my pandemic pretending."
Bees swarm, forming a large mass between two trees, bringing me back to reality. I get as close as I can without getting stung. This is fascinating and a bit dangerous, but they seem more interested in swarming than the human passerby.
I stroll along the hilltops in a neighborhood I have never explored before. It is peaceful with distant sounds of urban activity below. From this perspective, the city seems new again. Sutro Tower stands tall in the distance. As the fog envelopes it, it becomes a ship, floating into the vastness of the blue beyond.