In the evening in Amnesia
From unwritten memoirs With a light evening, a vague evening in San Francisco, as always, I went to Barchik “Amnesia” on Valencia Street-a refuge of lost souls, eager for oblivion. And they received here what they wanted - the memory disappeared, the time dispersed, and through the rumble of the hall stuffed to the eye - you will now hear it - the high female voice flew, flew and poured out.