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Deathconsciousness by @sfcnate

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4 years ago

Figments of my childhood imagination, conjured into reality right before my eyes. The city of gold sparkled from the peak of its conquered crown jewel, all while looking down at the streets I had once gazed up from in years prior.

Through the tiny triangular windows of the pyramid lied everything that had formed me into the person I see myself as today. Home was always the environment around me— the grand silhouette of Mt. Tamalpais in the distance, Sutro Tower’s ever-blinking lights, the continuous motions upon the Bay Bridge, the sun departing gently behind the Golden Gate— and of course that wistful fog that came and went with each and every passing season. All love, never anything else.

More than a decade of pondering— from the earliest recollections I’ve had of laying eyes on San Francisco’s most iconic building— all leading to these fleeting moments, burned into my mind for an entire lifetime to come.

Prove you’re alive. Wake up and live! by @sfcnate

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3 years ago

Master of None by @sfcnate

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5 years ago

Ingrained Institutionalization. by @sfcnate

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2 months ago

Pitter patter rain off of columns of redwoods, walking crumbling rail ties of a century past. A night and two days to myself, not a soul to be seen. by @sfcnate

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5 months ago

Up and down the California coast with my love. by @sfcnate

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7 months ago

All to rejuvenation. by @sfcnate

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8 months ago

Fall asleep with our mutual destructions assured. by @sfcnate

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9 months ago

“I hate to see a fence anywhere.”
- Former First Lady, Pat Nixon

The hyper-militarized border wall that stands today serves as a reminder of intimidation and aggression against our southern neighbors— a line drawn by the violent history between both Spanish colonization and the push of Manifest Destiny by the US— both parties heavily contributing to the genocide of indigenous tribes throughout the 19th century.

The Friendship Park between the San Diego-Tijuana border was inaugurated by Pat Nixon in 1971— denouncing any form of obstruction along the border— calling for a lasting peace between nations. The park is still maintained on the Mexican end, while the US end remains bulldozed and devoid of activity— effectively closed to all visitors wishing to be within close proximity of the wall.

23 years following the park’s opening came forth the Operation Gatekeeper— seeking to militarize and “secure” the border— thus not curbing crossings, but pushing migrants to far more perilous conditions eastward. Dangerous geographical conditions were thought to be a deterrent, yet migrant crossings from then until now further increased the risk of injury or death— a risk many migrants were willing to take out of desperation for refuge following destabilization caused within their home countries by US intervention.

The dehumanization of migrants continues to escalate from the 1990’s into the present day. Border Patrol routinely sees migrants as less than human— instead seeing them as “aliens”— propagandizing those fleeing for better lives as a scapegoat for countless domestic issues that are lacking proper accountability by our own elected officials.

Present day— the scapegoat of migrants has now spiraled into utilizing weaponized chaos as means of control for US citizens in disagreement with Operation Metro Surge— where a guise to intimidate migrants in sanctuary cities is used as an excuse to destabilize and lure out those who are simply requesting the withdrawal of unidentifiable federal enforcement from their streets— arresting, injuring, and murdering our own neighbors in the name weeding out the “enemy within”.

Death to ICE.

Sin fronteras, para siempre. taken in US Mexico Border by @sfcnate

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9 months ago

There is a certain irony in Alaska’s slogan— “The Last Frontier” where it brings forth the juxtaposed parallel— to whom does this frontier belong to? The desecration of one of the few untainted masses of wilderness within North America for its resources, or the final frontier of which nature maintains its ability to thrive— undisturbed by human impact?

With the construction of the Trans-Alaska Pipeline and its parallel “haul road” otherwise known as the Dalton Highway, a clear delineation has been carved into Alaska’s landscape— with 800 total miles of pipeline from the Arctic Ocean to the south coast of Alaska in Valdez. A near permanent scar upon the land, despite oil being a finite resource that will run dry within the next couple decades, sacrificing capital gain in exchange for environmental destruction.

The current US administration has recently approved the similarly destructive Ambler Road Project branching off of the Dalton at mile 161— ravaging ancestral indigenous land beyond recognition, along with bypassing the near pristine state of Gates of the Arctic NP— to satisfy the greed of Canadian and Australian investors within the mining industry. Capital gain as a result of completion would not go back into the hands of locals that have depended on the surrounding land for centuries prior, extracting finite resources for yet another permanent scar upon Alaska’s natural expanse.

No to Ambler Road, no to the continued destruction of one of the final remaining natural sanctuaries of Alaska! taken in Dalton Highway by @sfcnate

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10 months ago

I already died, I’m singin’ from the other side. by @sfcnate

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10 months ago

Deadhorse & Down (I)

2000+ miles of cycling from the Arctic Ocean to Washington— yet only the first 500 miles continue to linger in my mind without end. I could recall leaving the blistering mid-May California heat for the perpetual midnight sun of the Alaskan Arctic— an entirely frozen over landscape as the plane landed at the furthest north road of the Americas.

The remaining Alaskan spring sent its brisk air right through all of our layers, riding on a realization of “death, or southbound.” From the Deadhorse Airport, our next refuge wouldn’t be for another 240 miles— all while the unforgiving Dalton Highway showed us no mercy— especially being the first cyclists of the season as the airport staff had informed us.

The distant Atigun Pass was our next goal, as we rode alongside a purgatory of flat tundra to rolling hills of gravel road— inching closer by the hour— and hoping to beat the snow storm that was in the forecast all while long-haul truckers pulled over to warn us of wandering grizzlies ahead just out of hibernation.

May 16th - 17th, 2025. taken in Deadhorse, Alaska by @sfcnate

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