Thursday, August 07, 2008

after these messages, we'll be right back

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 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.

1 comment:

Foodeater said...

Isn't it interesting how our perspective on, and experience of, Los Angeles changes after leaving it for a while and coming back? Every time I leave it feels like I have returned to a different (though inherently familiar) place. Blank canvas, tabula rasa, etc...