Monday night I was in the NoHo Art District, listening to some French Opera, watching a magician, short movies and beautiful pictures.
Tuesday morning, making my lungs feel like cardboard walking through melting downtown Burbank.Tuesday night I was out eating ridiculously good Juicy Pork dumplings at Din Tai Fung. Thank you so much, Jim.
Wednesday morning I was hiking. In the afternoon I had an interview. Wednesday night after some lovely Vietnamese food I was on the move again. Daniel and Melanie, I love you so much.
Thursday morning I was showing my one time German roommate Sandra Silver Lake. Thursday afternoon, shopping the area before chilling in Griffith Park. 40°C. Thursday night Banh Mi in Atwater looking at this wonderful sky. Also, 1st quarter of NBA playoffs.
Friday morning, on the move. You’re the man, Brandon. Bye Burbank, hi Metrolink, hello downtown LA. Hello homeless people, 90% of you being black. I’m sitting at Union Station, pondering over and over.
Saturday morning. in Silver Lake to contemplate Neutra’s VDL house, very inspiring. Saturday afternoon oh god very soul and heart crushing.
I wish somebody was dead and somebody else wasn’t, it would have changed everything about my now. Maybe her brother would have had the words to convince her to wait a bit, maybe I could have told him. Maybe everything would be different. For the life of me I can’t see how I could have done what I did and am doing differently trying to make shit work with insane patience and control, costing me near everything. I can’t get over that fact and being ice burned to the inner core emotionally really, really doesn’t help.
Time for anger.