Alternate Realities...

It is with considerable guilt, considerable, that I am afforded the luxury of escape from my comparably hum drum world, unlike others who are (quite literally) trapped within the physical confines of their daily horror. A half hour bike ride grants me access to my personal fortress of solitude and favorite pet cemetery, which this very short and amateur footage of the Presidio Pet Cemetery portrays courtesy of the wife's walking feet. The sounds you hear overhead are not the death sirens of incoming artillery shells or Apache attack helicopters, but of everyday commuters hustling the on ramp of the Golden Gate Bridge.