What Comes Next

Los Angeles probably has no single unifying dream besides the straightforward desire to be loved or not die in an earthquake—or perhaps not feel so alone in the vastness of the immense slouching shapelessness—but if there is one narrative that outsiders pin to the city-state, stocked with clichés but also some essential truths, it is often the drea

We who had been through the quake were present and connected. Connected to death, to fear, to the unknown, but in being so connected one could feel empathy, passion, and heroism as well. We could feel strongly, and that is itself something hard to find in the anesthetizing distractions of this society.