A Bit of Truth
I glimpsed a bit of truth the other night while driving up Benedict Canyon. In trying to answer the question ‘what is LA?’ I realized it’s in the question, not the response. L.A. is the only city that permits ‘permanent transience’ not simply to transcend the level of oxymoron but to achieve a necessary definition in the implicit social lexicography of the place. L.A. is a process, a search, a drive without a destination, a hurtling forward without the fear of falling too hard or the hope of being caught.