There were eight people at my house not too long ago and we all fit around the kitchen table for breakfast. That day a reoccurring thought was there have never been eight people in this apartment before. And there have definitely never been eight people around this particular kitchen table. I have had the apartment for three years and the table for ten. So it was with no shred of hesitation that I blew half the strategic reserves of Polaroid peel-apart film (now made by Fuji). These three snaps seemed compelling enough to archive via scanning machine. EB took the best one, I thought, on top here. It’s from the autoimmune death trail that is north Bernal Hill.