LA is on fire. That picture was taken by a friend of mine in Valley Village, out of the window in his house. It looks practically apocalyptic over here.
It weirds me out that no one here seems to react to this at all. Like, we went to the beach today, and 20 miles away thousands of acres of wilderness are on fire and spreading filth and ash all over the city. The sky is gray, even over here in Santa Monica- and everyone goes about their business. You'd think we'd be more concerned, right? But maybe not. I guess you get used to it. Worlds burning and ending- lives getting destroyed year after year- never thought this was something we'd get used to.
Saw the National last night at the Wiltern in LA. They tore it up, great show.
Some of my favorite lyrics:
Falling out of touch with all my
friends are somewhere getting wasted,
hope they're staying glued together,
I have arms for them.
-the national, green gloves
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