20.03.06 - 8:07 p.m.
my hatred of los angeles has waned to nothing; the pendulum has swung in the other direction and i'm finding myself weaving in and out of lanes confidently, admiring the primary green of the trees and the dull beige of the afternoon sky. people here seem at their most basic, not as i remember them. they are homeless and dirty or working hard to pay their outrageous rents or dumb, oblivious and tracksuited, neither coming to nor going from the gym. maybe it's the antidepressants, but i think i'm becoming less of a misanthrop in my homesicknesses and old age.