You can make anything yours in the sense that you can grab onto the less tangible components of it and capture those for a moment and work them over like pieces of clay in your mind, until they resemble a singular, cohesive thing—a thing that contorts to the demands of your brain and your palm. In other words, you can create a city to keep in your pocket. Retrieved from memory, mine is like a marble, and the fog is the strip of discoloration that graces the surface of the glass.
SF is always changing. The Railroad, Gold Rush, Beatniks, Free Love, Grateful Dead, Gay-Rights, Banking growth and now tech world have shown is that SF is a place of opportunity and self-discovery and making it your own. SF is constantly changing, it is a special place. The problem is, people move there, make it their own and piss off people who made it their own 10 years earlier. The thing about SF is that you don’t own it, no one does. It belongs to everyone.