Shayan Afzal

In the hushed embrace of morning, I found myself entangled in the delicate threads of my voice, weaving this fledgling travel log, a departure from my usual musings on humanity and emotion. This new endeavor to chronicle a place, devoid of my intimate ties, proved to be an uncharted venture. Yet, San Francisco, with its distant allure, offered glimpses of wonder and moments that stirred my soul.

My journey began at the Ferry Building, an early morning visit to this historic landmark. Despite it being a weekday, the city lay quiet and empty, as if wrapped in a gentle slumber. Inspired by an episode of Somebody Feed Phil, where he explored Boulettes Larder, nestled nearby the Ferry Building, I wandered towards it.

The Ferry Building, completed in 1898, was once the largest construction project in San Francisco, a Beaux-Arts masterpiece inspired by classical European architecture. Its towering clock has witnessed the city’s evolving skyline and survived the devastating 1906 and 1989 earthquakes.

Despite its historical significance and the grandeur of its clock tower, I found myself underwhelmed by the Ferry Building. The once bustling hub is now a quiet monument to the past. Reflecting on this, I realized the merit in capturing even the mundane moments that paint a more authentic picture of my journey.

Imagine this travel log as a living, unrefined chronicle, akin to David Chang’s Dinner Time Live on Netflix. He begins his show with a declaration of its raw, unvarnished essence, contrasting the polished productions we are accustomed to. In this spirit, my travel log seeks to capture the genuine essence of my adventure, embracing the imperfections and the ordinary, revealing the true tapestry of my exploration.