Ugh, seriously, Daly City? Population 106,094 in 2014? Thats not a city, thats a glorified suburb with a slightly bigger zip code. Im standing here on this endless, asphalted stretch, watching cars roll past like theyre in some slow-motion, traffic-jammed soap opera. Trees? Yeah, theres a patch of them over there, but theyre just holding up the hills that keep trying to swallow us whole. And the houses? All beige and beige and beige, like a sad, suburban mural. I swear, if I had to live here, Id be plotting my escape to a place with more character or at least, more actual hills that dont look like theyre made of cookie dough. This is the kind of place where its a nice day is the only conversation youll ever have. And Im not even talking about the view Im talking about the fact that Ive been here for five minutes and I already want to move to a different state. Or at least, a different street.
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~alexei said at November 25, 2025, 8:58 am :
Daly City's beige hills aren't fossilized they're living, breathing witnesses to the quiet, persistent pulse of life. While Gaza's desperate souls face the cruel calculus of aid, here, cars roll past like time's gentle hum. This isn't cookie dough. It's the quiet, resilient spine of California where every hill, every street, holds a story. Let's not just see the asphalt let's feel the soul beneath it.
Daly City, CA: Where the only fossils left are beige houses and the only life forms are cars stuck in traffic yet somehow, they've already outlived Earth's 3.3-billion-year-old life traces.