welcome to....the WILD WEST!!! pt. 2

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     Well, here it is. Like I promised. What's wrong with being a little late?  I've taken the time to refine my thoughts like fine wine, ripened on the vine by the mild Mediterranean climate of Southern California; juiced, pressed, and exported straight into your brain pan. 

    Let's pick up where we left off in the previous post. Here I am! I made it. Manifest Destiny. 

Cool. Okay. 

I reached the end of Western Civilization. I've been here for something like a year. Most of my days have been spent in quarantine, occasionally snapping out of my cooped up depression to create some sort of content when provoked by the literal and metaphorical fires raging outside of my window. The four horses of the apocalypse: Pestilence, Death, Famine, War; they can all be found hanging out over on Sunset Boulevard snapping pictures with Spider-Man. No masks. 

    In order to understand the city, I've investigated the natural landscape and elements of the area, who all have called this place home, and checked the current state of the people who live here. The West is incredibly, almost tragically, beautiful. The mountains after fresh snow, the sunsets that create an explosion of red oranges, purples, magentas, bright blues and deep blues that all add to the canvas of California. I don't know whether to cry, or to just smile. There is a reason humans and animals have continuously inhabited Southern California for thousands of years.

    

    This enchanted land is one that was paid for in blood, genocide, and dreams. 


    I love Southern California. I don't feel as trapped as I had inside the flat farm deserts of the Midwest. Here there is much to see, and much to learn.     


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    I wrote that first half months ago. Life has changed significantly since I punched those words onto my ancient Macbook's screen. Business' are open, but the world is rapidly changing on a daily basis. I'm writing this from my tiny studio apartment that I'm paying 1,250 a month for. Ah, the city of Angels, and fucked up
landlords. I love it here nonetheless, more so than before since I've become acclimated to the climate and inner life of Los Angeles. 

    There is no other place I'd like to be at 23. I'm thankful for the people I've met, and for my family, and for everyone that I love in my life. Without others, life is a cold lonesome walk to oblivion. 


    I'm going to do more specific projects soon. I'll apply some of my own pseudo-journalism on topics and subcultures I'm interested or active in. I gotta keep filling this beast with words; before Zucc plugs us all into the Metaverse. Or maybe they'll just unplug the Internet. Who knows? :D

    

    love

----jdw

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