They’ve written endless songs about this city.

Can you feel the street’s pulse, how it rushes through your veins like a drug?

He’s in trouble, she’s falling in love, they’re cheating, she’s trapped and he’s alone.

But keep moving since we mustn’t fall behind.

A symphony of a single night in San Francisco – utopian dream destination of queers and misfits, promiscuous/cities encompasses a night in a big city where each of us is frantically maintaining the myth of ourselves we’ve created. Yet underneath the vision of ourselves that we peddle on social media – like! – there is an aching distance between us.