Subdued classical music resonates in the background of the airy, oblique dining room. The walls, stark white, match the freshly pressed linens that line the tables, creating an almost blinding effect when illuminated by the midday light. Polished flatware, glinting wine glasses, and napkins, folded in the shape of a pyramid, adorn the dining tables,
Every Sunday they gather. At the Western end of Golden Gate Park in a small field, exists the Shire of Cloondara. Where people of all ages leave the realities of the present world behind and explore a distant time and place. They do so with metal armor, large sticks, swords, shields, heavy cloaks and a lot of humor. Here is where honor rules, cowards retreat, metal clashes and maidens morn the death of their knights with an iron plated heart.
The television is tuned to his favorite channel, ESPN, but he stares blank at the glowing screen. His body seems to leave his mind as he is comfortably sprawled out on the couch in his parent’s living room— the same common room that has offered respite from life’s struggles so many times before. Now the
Ever notice a derelict building tucked behind SF State on Tapia Drive? Despite its rough exterior, the building once held a performance art school. Click to read more.