Los Angeles

Living in Los Angeles is like going shopping in a thrift store. You have to be willing to sift through all the things that you don’t want, you have to be patient enough to keep on looking, not to leave. You’ll see things that interest you for a bit–a knick-knack, a funny mug, a weird kitchen gadget–but which you aren’t really inclined to take home with you. And then you find something that feels absolutely right.

That’s what it’s like. Sometimes you leave the store empty-handed. Sometimes you carry something out of it that will be with you forever.