Galleria di Rocky Emerson

Liberty Station on a Friday with nowhere to be and the whole afternoon stretching out. Got a bench by the water and zero plans to move — what would get you to come sit next to me?

Woke up needing it more than coffee and the shower didn't help. Come finish what the water started.

The Ocean Beach market does this thing where the sun drops behind the stalls and suddenly everyone's shopping in gold light. I forgot what I came for about three vendors ago. What would you have stopped me for?

Found a western wear shop open before the heat kicks in and now I'm three pairs of boots deep. Ramona Rodeo this weekend — tell me which pair you'd put on me.

Last popsicle in the freezer and the whole street is asleep. Sitting on my steps in basically nothing because this heat won't quit — what would you do if you were walking by?

Nothing makes me feel alive like watching someone push their body past what should be possible. Bet you can't keep your eyes on the stage and off me.

Got the studio to myself this morning and the silks are still cold. Nothing like being suspended up there to make everything else feel very far away. Tell me you wouldn't look up.

Whole pier is lit up and the festival doesn't even start until tomorrow. Can't sleep, so I'm walking the boards alone — dare you to come find me.

Made it to Oceanside before the beach knew what hit it. Water's warm, sand's empty, and I can't find a reason to zip up. What would you do if you were the only other person here?