25 September 2008. Winding up La La Loma at midnight, hairpin curve through redwood arch, swinginging left onto
Virginia, then down downhill... Quiet time in deer town again. Art Pepper maybe, mellowed-out on the alto, a personal message from Echo Park...
And to the morning, autumn sparkle on an Indian summer's day. Euphoria of the evening before. Making pictures, making sounds--lips with dimple, language unknown, seen up close as can be, trying to ar-ti-cu-late, to ar-ti-cu-late the im-pos-si-ble... A bus and a car, or somesuch, via Seoul, via the heart...
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