Sunday, February 11, 2007

Back to L.A.

Coming back from LAX late on a Sunday night in the back of a taxi, accelerating up the dizzyingly elevated ramp to the 110 North, the miserable glittering grid of Los Angeles opening out in front of us, pale blue lights of helicopters hovering over the city, downtown emerging incongruously out of the flattened lights. You can't help thinking of all the pungent neighborhoods of people drinking, sleeping, screwing, praying, lying, procrastinating, and throwing stuff out.

1 comment:

creative-type dad said...

How can you think of all that riding in one of those taxis?

I always wonder about the smell. If it's coming from the driver or something in the truck...