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Los Angeles - - the city of angelic delusion. The toxic halo of pollution touching the tips of scrapers; like jagged teeth sawing through the top of a mouth. The goliaths wear badges; branded with the logos of financial conquest.

Love trickles through the gutters, down the storm drains, and gathers with the debris of construction, cigarette butts and bottles. We sit in coffee shops, class rooms, behind counters, shuffling through halls with hopes of discovering a hint of a connection with another human. Surrounded yet isolated; the loneliness that comes with a crowded room. We are the only animals able to market our feelings of insecurity and brevity. Money feeds our denial and maintains complacency.

A disconnected society allows room for the subversion of one's own mind.

Our delusion is cosmetic, worlds change as words change. The monoliths that straddle the LA skyline serve testament to the will and power of the human spirit as much as its systemic hierarchical delusion; promoting, a sort of, continuous excursion of dominance. As humans we have an obligation to consume energy but are not yet aware of how to appreciate it. When one feels sad, they see sadness, when one feels happy, they see happy. Both energies have weight and one cannot exist without the other. Give time to your shitty neighbors.