Beach View

Everything in Playa Vista is picturesque—brick paved roads and fondant—like houses, an Angeleno-Oz carved for tin families. We sat by the fountain stream, small and dignified with its quiet stream into a shallow stone pool. We sat small dignified there, surrounded by pastel houses while imagining a future that could be. Two pairs of eyes taking it …

The Dying Porch

I'm sitting on my decrepit porch, spray painting mundane items gold. Frankly, I couldn't have come up with a better metaphor for life myself. Even as I feel the sleep take over my eyes and pull my limbs down towards the Earth's center, I still eat up how the sunset catches the tips of the …

Prelude

It would soon start to rain, as it does in the rainy season. The sky was grey with light and the clouds formed into a fluffy blanket for the sun. A cool breeze moved swiftly past the army of houses, the roofs a familiar dull brown and structures a blue grey, different from the sky's …