The Last Black Man in San Francisco

The Last Black Man in San Francisco ★★★★½

he carefully paints the faded colors of the staircase that comes back whirling with memories of his childhood - he paints it bright and clear to imprint his legacy in this house for a little bit longer. sometimes, the soft sunshine would beam through the window and reflect on his dark skin, making him look more like a dream than a man. he would smile and reflect on his own fantasy, trying to stay in it for as long as he can. "people are not one thing", we hear someone whisper. yes, they are not, and love isn't either. his love doesn't stop at his friends or this house but spreads around the city and infects others with that poignant feeling.

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