002 entry 2024

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Los Angeles is one big playground. Big slides - a plethora of swings - experiences like no other. A place where people say, and make their dreams come true. A passing of experiences. For as long as I’ve lived here I find myself still in awe of how this city can never cease to surprise me in the way it morphs and becomes and molds as people come and leave. A physical space of entering and leaving, exiting, visiting, exploring, and everything in between. Some people have been born here and have never seen parts of this city while others have flown to be here, grow here, and built lives for themselves that then exist in their own realms, on their own terms in ways only one can imagine. I’m entranced with how such a place can be magical and nothing at all. I think about how what people want here in some way they can find anywhere and in others they can not. Time and space and all the things people have written about for years in relation to existing. I think about the Western era, cowboys, desert, outlaw all of its imagery associated with its very own fragment in time, followed by the nostalgia that we use to look back on it for our own benefit. The films, media, how it’s become a reference along with every other herald era used for some kind of nostalgia.