January 6, 2024

This last Thursday to Sunday morning, I was forced to have a houseguest. I still managed to find some happiness. Happiness in not eating, not sleeping, delirium. What better place to celebrate and heighten one's delirium than going to DTLA. DTLA! So much to answer for, so much to adore. The only place that makes me happy, the only place I can feel, heal, and connect to. She's my only true friend, confidant, lover, sunset pal, hand holder, mother, and father. Well enough sop! We went there and did all our fave things. We went to Little Tokyo, used the gachapon, went to the market, waited in line awfully long for taiyaki (red bean paste & Nutella), and bought overpriced stuff, but that is just the appetizer. We sat at my fave place. The sun had just set, the moon and some planet decorating the dusk. A plane passed overhead. Our little treats, my cold kona in a can, deep unfathomable retrospect, the gorgeousness in the NOW, being still, talking lightly. I never wanted a smoke so bad, but I promised to quit, and you HATE me smoking. A few yards away, young women in groups piling on steps, a pearl of laughter, a shared puff puff pass. Only this beautiful city can make simplicity romantic, nostalgic, tragic, and more. The magic of the night! We continued past the museum, Hall of Justice, and Bunker Hill. Nothing is as ravishing as you, you old LA Times structure; nothing can make me hate you. Why do I need to go home? It won't cost a thing if you let me in. Can't I come in? I don't want to go home; I am home!

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