Las casitas near the gray cannery, nestled amid wild abrazos of climbing roses and man-high red geraniums are gone now.The freeway conceals it all beneath a raised scar. But under the fake windsounds of the open lanes, in the abandoned lots below, new grasses sprout, wild mustard remembers, old gardens come back stronger than they were, trees have been left standing in their yards. Albaricoqueros,...
Even after so many years of not being with you, I can still recognize your voice when you call from an unknown number.
The Truman Show got it right
Peter Weir directed The Truman Show about a man who lived his whole life on telly and didn’t know about it. There’s a review of the film from New York Magazine that says people watch television for incident, emotion and rage, and don’t just sit down to watch an ordinary life of an ordinary man. After searching for the review, I found it and read it, and realized that the film...