ancisco is a city of acute contrasts. I borrowed the title of this post from Gurdjieff, as it seems to express the intensity of existence faced with such startling extremes. The car on the left looks like a million dollar car (although it's only a Pontiac), and the woman on the right was about to come up to me and say "Look at me." Then she rolled the waistband of her pants down a few inches to reveal oozing surgical dressing. She made sure I had witnessed the awful remnant of some medical procedure gone awry. Then she walked on.She didn't ask for anything, except that I look at her.
I didn't have much choice, so I obliged her, partly by surprise, partly because I had "taken" her photo and owed her. See? 
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