I did an overnight in Santa Cruz this weekend. Took not one picture, wrote not a single Facebook post. This wasn't about reportage. It was about sanity. It was Adam's idea. "Why don't you do an overnight?" he said. "Before the lockdown comes down."
I didn't do a whole hell of a lot. Hung out on Pacific Avenue. Froze my way through a delicious dinner where Adam and I once sat and watched waitstaff dance. Listened to the most ridiculous public-broadcasting show ever. ("Can we talk about the patriarchy in Santa Cruz? Can we?")
Less than 24 hours. Necessary.
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