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takethisforexampleThe weather has become more tolerable this week. I have been home alone for the last four days and I've wasted most of the time embarking on useless journeys just to be in it. The evening before last, I drove up the highway during a very pale but remarkable sunset that reminded me of a night I had in Ventura some years back. It was the kind of faded, cloudless sunset where each color was easily distinguishable from the rest, stacked on top of each other like a poorly blended pastel piece. Staring into it seemed infinite, even here in Jersey where the hills have always struck me as misplaced and suffocating. Out west the mountains hover distantly over the highways like gods. I wish I were in Los Angeles again.
I spent a single night there alone after a camping trip in 2018. The area around Ventura is gorgeous, but nothing beats the grandeur of LA. The highways flood into the city like arteries, pumping frivolous life into the atriums of a monstrous being that I, unfortunately, was only able to witness from twenty stories above in a hotel room. From so high up, I pretended I was in a movie and watched over the glowing conurbation. Still, I miss the exaggerated, pantomime thrill of driving in it and I'd like to go back as soon as this whole mess is over.
I spent a single night there alone after a camping trip in 2018. The area around Ventura is gorgeous, but nothing beats the grandeur of LA. The highways flood into the city like arteries, pumping frivolous life into the atriums of a monstrous being that I, unfortunately, was only able to witness from twenty stories above in a hotel room. From so high up, I pretended I was in a movie and watched over the glowing conurbation. Still, I miss the exaggerated, pantomime thrill of driving in it and I'd like to go back as soon as this whole mess is over.
