I arrived in L.A. at night, so it wasn’t until the next morning, when I stepped out of a small apartment on San Vicente Boulevard, that I saw this light. And it thrilled my soul. I feel lucky to live with that light. . . .
Even with smog, there’s something about that light that’s not harsh, but bright and smooth. It fills me with the feeling that all possibilities are available. I don’t know why. It’s different from the light in other places.
Even with smog, there’s something about that light that’s not harsh, but bright and smooth. It fills me with the feeling that all possibilities are available. I don’t know why. It’s different from the light in other places.
Dear David, the light has nothing to do with the sun or the sky. It comes from the people on the streets, inside cars, on the bars, at partys. They radiate. They are blinded by their supposed bright future. That’s where that special L.A light comes from.
4 comments:
I think it's called light pollution...
Thatäs why there is so much smog over LA. Finally someone making sense of itall. We all know where pollution will take this place. lvlvlv
"They are blinded by their supposed bright future."
That is beautfully written.
illuminating souls, they are. thanks for sharing this. i've always admired david lynch
Post a Comment