After all the emotional, psychic, psychological and spiritual
firecrackers of the last few months, everything suddenly feels flat. The day
after the night before. Cold turkey. Zero adrenalin. I have a nagging suspicion
it might be the eye of the storm.
For those who like literary storms, I would recommend Joseph
Conrad’s Typhoon. Thrilling with a
humorous slant.
LA. Carmageddon. How do people live like that? How did we
get here? If ever I do get to America
again, LA will be the first place I won’t be going to. I think there are better
bits of California.
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