If you’re in a hurry, just click something above. You’ll arrive where you belong.
If you have the time and want to crawl around inside my head, jump the line.
LA indulges moods.
Happy? Take a drive down the Ventura Freeway (at 3AM), listening to your favorite cassette or Sirius station. Thoughtful? Head over to The Broad and mix with other thoughtful people. Liberated? Provocative? Needy? Any suburb that doesn’t have “Hills” in the name will do.
I’d head to Silverlake. All of the above.
You’ve found this collection of writing against all collective inertia toward the practical. That in itself is kind of wondrous. I am not a name, after all, and am old enough to realize our culture’s only other calling card — abs — are probably not going to attract too much attention. Not with Chris Hemsworth around. There’s no reason for you to be here. My poems don’t have to exist (and, in the view of internet metrics, don’t); neither do my stories. They aren’t necessary in the sense that most find food and water, or farm subsidies, necessary.
But here you are, just like LA. Who knows why or how. In the face of these miracles, let’s agree that deserts shouldn’t support cities and that the indulgence we practice when daydreaming probably won’t “attract” material wealth. Let’s take it at face-value that impracticality most often breeds suffering — and then say, like you did when you opened this page, who cares? Who really wants a practical love, or a practical dream (otherwise known as a goal)? Who wants their bumper-sticker to read “I read sex manuals”? The fact that pornography rakes in billions of dollars testifies to an important truth: when given the choice, in the privacy of our own Google searches and screen-viewing, we choose the improbable. The hope. The wish. And leave necessity (and perhaps fame) in favor of mood, feeling, and imagination.
So what are you in the mood for? A story about rough-n-tumble Wyoming? A snippet-poem about kissing? Maybe a reflection on the difference between love and lust as mediated by Shakespeare? You choose. But know this: these thoughts, stories, and poems are not practical. Like my city and Sense8, they say there’s something more to being human than simply surviving.