Somewhere Down Around Nowhere

               It felt like a small-town big city. There were wide streets devoid of traffic and vacant lots on Wilshire. The air sparkled or hazed with incinerator dust. A big sky tamped down a wide-and-low-floor-plan. Hills bracketed the north. The southern boundary was somewhere down around nowhere. The beach formed the western perimeter. The eastern edge was midway between downtown and forever.
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           My father explained geographic law to me. L.A is a sweet deal. Everybody wants a taste, and you can't blame them. Sweet deals always go sour. Too many people want the same thing - and when it's a place to be there's trouble.

James Ellroy
from
The Great Right Place - James Ellroy Comes Home
Los Angeles Times - 30th July 2006

reblogged from Venetianvase

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Walker Evans