11 January 2008. Magnolia dark against luminous sky, grays and storm blue. Two gulls whirl low to the street, dipping and turning, white on darker gray. Yesterday: tiny man in Hollywood manifest, self-proclaimed--he vanishes into a world of animated dragons. Best to avoid.
Sun now on white side of nondescript Toyota, sky picks up light from the east, flooding under the clouds. Flicker of absent-minded fluorescent on cleaner's ceiling: eight o'clock. Javed upon his ancient three-speed, leaning to the left as he makes his way across the 7-eleven lot, heading down Solano...
Russian wolf-hound on darkened beach, arched against southern winter sky...
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