i visited SF once, when I was still extremely naïve and hasn’t traveled much. Someone in orange monk clothes handed this to me when I was walking around. And then he extended a bucket which was meant for donations(?) I’m still unsure. I dug into my pocket, and was embarrassed to only have a nickel. He sighed and gave me some sort of blessing after. i Think I’ve only gotten a nickel’s worth of lifetime peace. I wish I had more in my pocket. whenever I look at it, I feel a strange mix of excitement, which I felt traveling in a big city solo, cringe at my naivety, and guilt that I didn’t offer him more. so I keep it around, because it’s a strange jumble of emotions and I like to dissect the meaning.
