We live in San Francisco, a city once known for its counterculture, labor unions, hippie communes, and offering of sanctuary to those that felt like outcasts. But decades of cultural consolidation around the tech industry and the increasing commodification of the city has flattened its diversity. Watching kids play in small backyards, separated from the kids they hear on the other side of the fence is a surreal twist of fate and at odds with the historic, collective ethos of the city.
The fence, which registers the property line, prevents the sharing of space. We suspect that beyond our own kids, countless others are isolated in small, repeated backyards
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