The stories we tell ourselves are the illusions that shape our reality and steer our destiny. I found myself on the second floor of a converted motorcourt on Hollywood Blvd, wondering how many people knew the difference between a motel and a hotel? How many understood economics without money? One of my best friends had […]
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Los Angeles, California
I climbed up to Radio Hill Gardens to get a better look at the city, to get off the streets for a little while. There were surprisingly few camps hidden along the trails, even as I got turned around and ended up along the Arroyo Seco Parkway. After passing up eating at either Won Kok […]
Sleeping in Union Station
This is the city. Los Angeles, California. It’s the motion picture capital of the world. Some come to Los Angeles to see the stars or try to become one. I’m trying to get out. The lobby of Union Station was my hotel room, shared with dozens of others, their angry voices reflecting off the marble […]
Los Angeles River
A thousand unchecked thoughts ran through the mind of each person he passed, causing an invisible static that saturated the crowded city streets and pushed him into desolate places. The no man’s land of the Los Angeles Aqueduct. Four million cubic yards of concrete used to consolidate power. Hidden within its clauses was a sinister […]
Hollywood Hills
He scaled Griffith Park Observatory, trailblazing through the Hollywood Hills towards the iconic sign. A glimpse at the stars awaited him down at Hollywood and Vine. A striking hike, given its proximity to the city, a respite from the darkness that engulfed his world. In that convergence of nature and decay, he found clarity. A […]
LA Wandering
Cleanshave emerged from the wilderness, standing atop a rooftop overlooking Los Angeles. The city’s chaotic energy pulsed through his veins. Despite the anxiety, he couldn’t resist the allure of a street-side gyro across from a dirty looking bar with a giant red neon sign above the door. The Golden Gopher. In the old days it […]