vanishing point

We wait for the J-Church at Dolores Park. I gesture crossly.

R: See? That’s One Rincon, the high-rise I’m feeling really pissy about. It wrecks my view of the Bay Bridge.

J: Looks all right from here.

I go to where he’s standing; a light pole blocks out the entire skyscraper, leaving only the Bay Bridge.

R: You’re the BEST HUSBAND EVER! You give me PERSPECTIVE!

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