Fantastic Troubles - Meditations for the 110

25th October 2010

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Meditations for the 110

I know Los Angeles is supposed to be decadent, (sic Ke$ha) but I’ve found it quite a monastic place. There is so much time spent alone, the mind engaged in that median-level consciousness alloted to braking or changing lanes. This sort of boundless singularity is compounded by the relatively empty sidewalks, long stretches of empty industrial space, and of course, by the people. All the women have long, long hair: the city is tenaciously adolescent. While in New York I’ve found the most commonly held self-reflexive affect is a sort of “harsh honesty,” it seems here that the prevailing stance is one of “maniacal hopefulness.”