
reclaimed voice x wondrous strangeness x finitude x dance me loose

days like this x where I come from x marking my territory x turning utopia into reality

It’s no surprise I fell in love with Los Angeles, it’s easy on the eyes.
I had just always assumed my affections would stem from a superficial place; a self-fulfilling DailyMail prophecy of sorts.
As if each morning on my way to grab coffee, like a scene from Westworld, I was sure to pass Kylie Jenner, head-to-toe in #spons merchandise fleeing a sea of feral paparazzi..and not long after, Hugh Jackman would turn a corner and tell me it’s OK to pet his french bulldog, Dali.
And I would squint my eyes at everyone I met, trying to reconcile their face with some minor role they had in a CW show from my youth.
Is that?.. -snaps fingers- ahh, yes “Waiter #7” from Season 3, Episode 10 of the O.C.
But as soon as I touched down in Los Angeles, my tween fever dreams and predated snark began to dissipate: the people were warm and friendly, the food was amazing, the cloudless skies made the world look more vibrant, and you could walk far more than I had been told.
The unofficial LA A.D. tagline of the trip became “everyone is just having a great time”, and I wanted to share some of the places I personally found exciting with you dear reader, should you want to make a week/month/year out of a future trip out west.
my inheritance x all the flowers are for me x nearly not there x rolling through the shadows
“Make a list of books
Develop a curiosity
Look at things as though for the first time
Think of things in relation to each other
Always think of the next larger thing
Avoid the ‘pat’ answer – the formula
Avoid the preconceived idea
Study well objects made past recent and ancient but never without the technological and social conditions responsible
Prepare yourself to search out the true need – physical, psychological
Prepare yourself to intelligently fill that need
The art is not something you apply to your work
The art is the way you do your work, a result of your attitude towards it”
Q for Neil Gaiman: You say to finish things…but I can’t even start. I was a writer as a kid, and I finished and started things constantly. My confidence slowly shattered as a teen. I’m now in my 20s and I’m a nervous wreck. I long to write, but the thought of it makes me so anxious. I’ve created a legitimate fear. How might I overcome this?