Sublime

occult

Only deadpan architectural historians from England took L.A. seriously, and Jacaranda wished they hadn’t, because she liked L.A. the way it was—anonymous. She had come to appreciate anonymity.

inures

duplicitous

I hate how many people who ought to be here in New Orleans are dead while the tourist theater continues. I hate the grief that rests all over this city. I hate that, post-Katrina, people couldn’t come home. I hate that strangers come in and vomit on its streets and buy its wares and demand to be entertained, and the truth is nobody can just say