South and slightly more or
less eastward.
Away from downtown
away from the sky scraping
from people per square foot.
It used to work
until they filled it all in all in full
to San Diego and across the border
skirting Tijuana
into Baja Norte spreading and covering K-38 and every cliff top camp littered with sparkling broken glass and charcoal from small fires. Bottle rockets and handmade M-80's. There's walls and gate guards and late night
drunken drivers laughing not worried
they will make it
home
trash fires somewhere - not far
mixed with sage from the hills and dark earth
and the smell of California
The first and second photos are the old house turned museum and then the newer building.
The old house once looked out on a different planet a different sea. Before the breakwater cut the sea into a lake and the oil islands grew up from the bottom. This was once the Hollywood Riviera. The dawn of the movie industry was right here. Another planet.
That first photo. Someones home once
"I want to start from before the beginning"