For the love of LA

I love this town.

The pop of color from a streetside frutero, the touch of grit where graffiti meets art deco. A tangle of freeways and bougainvillea and taco stands and mini-malls, with sunsets and marine layers and fireworks that show up earlier and last longer than anyone asks for. LA is a complicated city. It’s vast, but not for everyone, which is okay since one in every 35 Americans already lives here. It refuses to be simple, safe, or still. I’ve been here almost 30 years, and somehow LA always feels like it’s on the edge of something - wildfire or rebirth, collapse or reinvention. And now, as people are disappeared from daily life, we try to figure out the next page. We won’t forget. It feels like a surreal movie - going through the motions of normal life while everything unsaid hangs heavy in the air.

But we’re the ones who write the movies here. And LA is not done.