The Beggar's Prayer

Follow the signs. It's as easy as that.

Harry Taft, a middle-aged man in crisis, looks back on his life in San Francisco in the late 1970s as he tries to discover how he lost his way. What emerges is the image of a man who, like so many others, comes to understand that he betrayed himself by trading in the chaos and whimsy of youth "for a seat at someone else's table." 

Transitions

"San Francisco was then a remote temple, a place of sanctuary others could not or would not penetrate. It still exists in that guise in my memory where it will have to remain because I don't understand its current myth. I was a visitor once before and I am once again but I briefly stayed with more than visiting in mind. I sought shelter, beauty, anonymity, isolation, and community and I found them all and I was astonished to find them all simultaneously. I disappeared within its confines, successfully hidden from those repelled by its bizarre promise. I stood on the fringe surrounded by others likewise occupying a space out of the main. And I often stood alone at the edge of the continent looking as far to the west as I could, grateful to turn my back on what had brought me to that point. "

The Morning Came Too Late For Me

"I paused for a minute to measure my own reaction to what had just been said.  I decided that the darkness and fog protected me from my self-consciousness so I continued in the same vein."