you can leave l.a. because
you don't like the way every parking lot is
a set, a dressing room, a catering line...
the way everything rings just short of true.
you can decide you never want to see another
yellow sign that says,
--crew parking--»
«--extras parking--
or
----TLA---»(click those initials for some secret that everybody knows about.)
you can leave l.a.
and go back home,
where l.a. will almost never talk to you,
because you don't have to hear it if you don't want to.
but then one day, you'll be driving over your mountain,
like you always do, on your merry way to the places you go,
and BAM, l.a. will have decided they want,
the one corner of the world,
the one monument that,
belongs to you,
where you had your wedding photos taken last summer,
that awkward japanese artifact.
because mister m. night is putting it in his movie.
probably not lighted positively.
so for as long as it takes
to get the shot,
his trailers will block your road,
his signs will mark your way,
and l.a. will bend your air again.
Comments (1)
brilliantly crafted ideas and words. i testament to your genuis. in this case the proof of the pudding is in the eating...