Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I mean, I love California, but LA to me is still a strange place.
Los Angeles is a really strange place. I grew up there like a normal kid, but it was not until I experienced other parts of the world that I realized how really and truly bizarre to the core it is - inside the homes of the powerful and damaged.
There was a period of time in Los Angeles when I wondered if I was just going to lose everything.
Los Angeles survives on that which is unpredictable. The unexpected courses through its very veins.
I'm wary of the whole Los Angeles scene. I'm a California kid, but there's a difference between California and Los Angeles. L.A. is urban. California is restorative.
The apparent ease of California life is an illusion, and those who believe the illusion real live here in only the most temporary way.
Drawing the desperate and the adrift, Los Angeles has long been the dumping ground of dreams both real and cinematic.
One thing about Los Angeles is it feels like it's not new. It feels like it's already been built, and it's deteriorating, except for the places they're trying to make nicer. But in general, you drive all through the city, and the city feels like it was new a long time ago.
Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe.
Los Angeles gives one the feeling of the future more strongly than any city I know of. A bad future, too, like something out of Fritz Lang's feeble imagination.