On the way to the BART I was crossing a busy intersection. An older woman and an oddly dressed man were crossing in the opposite direction. The woman's face was caked with makeup and I wondered what she looked like when she was young. If she ever was young. And if she ever thought about how old she would be.

I saw this graffiti a little further up the hill and it seemed to be leering at the woman who passed as if it had known all along.

Yesterday I saw 3 teenagers outside the shopping complex near the studio where I work. They looked Latino but the girl used the N word when referring to her friends.

When the old woman stepped off the curb to cross the street, a car pulled up to turn right. Though it wasn't close she stepped out to the right ever so slightly and looked disgustedly at the older man in the cap.