
This, really, is Los Angeles. A large part of it, really. Greyish expanse, some smog, a bridge over a non-existent river. I’m not sure why I’m so nostalgic for it, but sometimes I ache to go back.
Of course, when I do, I feel like I no longer fit in. But I miss it so.
This, really, is Los Angeles. A large part of it, really. Greyish expanse, some smog, a bridge over a non-existent...