Even as the phantom it now is of the California that once was, Los Angeles, still whispering its secret language, lures and claims innumerable lives, their minor details accumulating into a trajectory of acquiescence that, in hindsight, too late, may well have been there all along, subtly, insistently, in hiding, crying out. Just making it through the day, not least one so perfectly Mediterranean that everything around you feels like a mirage, requires a familiarity with the forever alien — the unraveling glitz, the sheer immensity, the promise of it all that still hangs over everything, daring you — and a bizarrely affectless kind of exertion, a disorienting, hard-to-articulate effort that leaves you, occasionally well before lunch, totally drained — desertified, dry, on empty. But in the rain, L.A. is unbearable. Suddenly, the mystique disappears that had kept the trance alive, threatening, in a moment that keeps expanding, to throw…
Is Tech Really Killing Culture?
Even as the phantom it now is of the California that once was, Los Angeles, still whispering its secret language, lures and claims innumerable lives, their minor details accumulating into a trajectory of acquiescence that, in hindsight, too late, may well have been there all along, subtly, insistently, in hiding, crying out.
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