We spent the past two days packing and moving the contents of my house into storage. the physical crap that weighs you down. Your things truly do eventually start to own you. Fortunately for me, my things consist mostly of records lps, books and art. if you’re gonna have physical objects, those are the ones to have.
I was standing out on the corner of Highland and Franklin, just down the street from my house. Its literally one of the busiest intersections in Los Angeles. As I was waiting for the walk signal, I’d peer into the cars driving by. Standing so close to the cars, you could really get a sense for each person’s personality, by way of their driving position, demeanor, car interior decoration etc… There’s something entertaining about peeping into other people’s worlds, as they drive past, safe in their little boxes of metal and glass. It’s almost as if I’m intruding in a slightly voyeuristic way. I’d love to take some photos. maybe I will.
I’ll miss my guilty pleasure.
How about brunch tomorrow (Sat) at the farmer’s market?