10 July 2014


LA, where are your freaks? Your weirdos? Your artists?
I miss the city where every street bursts with originals.
I miss my city, where one doesn't strive for sameness.

I can't recognise faces here. Each one looks the same, as if carved from hot plastic & shined to resemble new cars in the sun. Where are you, my humans? My loves? My derelicts?