LA

Sometimes I miss the neurosis of LA. I miss the process through which I became myself that unfolded on its hollowed ground. The space and those streets; the noise of the world dripping down around me at every moment. The friction of every possible step. Somehow hating LA is why I felt that pulse.
Who I became there.

Summer War Year 3

I am convinced that I am a warrior 3 months every year.
I think battling ants is mental test by God.