A little something about L.A....
Monday, February 4, 2008
The other day, I was driving home on the freeway, swerving up the 110. So many red taillights were in front of me, I pictured them as little hearts moving closer and closer to me.
The other side of the freeway was filled with sparkling white headlights, zooming past like a flash.
This daily experience of tangling around this city on these long roads of mass transit is an experience unique to L.A.
The freeways are these frustrating ribbons that bind us together.
I pictured all of us on the freeway that night spelling out a long message with our headlights and taillights. Loopy cursive that could only be read from space. And the message said....
If the L.A. freeways could shout, what would they say?
The other side of the freeway was filled with sparkling white headlights, zooming past like a flash.
This daily experience of tangling around this city on these long roads of mass transit is an experience unique to L.A.
The freeways are these frustrating ribbons that bind us together.
I pictured all of us on the freeway that night spelling out a long message with our headlights and taillights. Loopy cursive that could only be read from space. And the message said....
If the L.A. freeways could shout, what would they say?
posted by Lori Kozlowski # 10:57 PM 
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