Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, (Los Angeles) is the last curly kink in the pig's tail. - Stephen Vincent Benét

Oh dear and laughing, lost to me, Hidden in grey Eternity, I shall attain, with burning feet, To you and to the mercy-seat! The ages crumble down like dust, Dark roses, deviously thrust And scattered in sweet wine — but I, I shall lift up to you my cry, And kiss your wet lips presently Beneath the ever-living Tree.

For all those beaten, for the broken heads, The fosterless, the simple, the oppressed, The ghosts in the burning city of our time…

A soul. A soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.