Los Angeles is a perpetual on-ramp.
35 minutes since leaving the curbside pick-up at LAX by bus, and we’ve only made it to the on-ramp for the highway. Standstill traffic. There is a sickly brown cloud hovering in front of the mountain range, which has emerged beyond the concrete. The snowy tops read yellow through the polluted haze. In the distance, the…
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