Thursday, August 20, 2009

Skyline Inclined Solitude



Los Angeles is filled with anything but Angels. Except that I've met two people by the name this week.

Fighting fatigue. Fighting boredom. Fighting through what must be done in order to just do. Considering that art is often used to question politics its political system is not so surreptitiously daunting. Possibly a problem to be played.

I find my brick walls and hardwood floors inspirational. The sight of which automatically creates a nostalgia for a time I never lived. Things crumbled slower then.

Back in LA. Back home. In a home anyway. In the process of making it mine. A lifetime passed this summer in Connecticut. In the Newest London. The oldest acres. New friends. Broken hearts. Drunken revelry. Good art & bad. A foreshadowing for what will come to pass. Deep cuts. Man made. Once made. Re-made. Los Angeles seeks rejuvenation through Botox. Todays forecast : Potential for potholes. 85%.

Must see what else LA has to offer.


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