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I'm experiencing an exhilarating flip in perspective.
Perhaps it's because of the books I've been reading, or perhaps it's something else: that subtle something that snapped back into place when I went to Thailand...like setting a bone after a break.
Los Angeles feels like a quiet bower - a grey, neutral space in which to rest and refuel between excursions.
It struck me most when I decided, on a lark, to give a hammock I picked up in Thailand to a furniture-free friend. He needed a place to rest his head in a new apartment, and I just happened to have the hammock in my trunk. Boom - fatalistic housewarming gift!
When I took out the hammock out of its stuff-sack to show him, the rich purples and blues and greens poured out into our hands in stark contrast to the brown-grey beige of this city. I had a belly-deep pang for the intense colors and flavors of life on the road.
The world looks more and more like a menu every day.