Post Grad Account
It was the summer when the main topic of conversation consisted of east and west. I, wanting east, S wanting west. Naturally, weather and crowds and space and public transportation made for good if not tired debates. To S, the allure of Los Angeles is captured in a snapshot somewhere near the California incline. To me, New York is Zizek’s retelling of Achilles and the tortoise? Maybe. A hypothesis untested, but soon to be poured over unapologetically.
My rose colored glasses are dusty here, the sand from Santa Monica scratching at a surface disabling all powers of ogling.
