Here I am, memorializing Los Angeles. It won’t be my last post, but I guess it’s my first. My first to touch on what it’s like to be haunted even as you continue to live out your life, feeling the ghosts of every memory you made here assaulting your senses as you walk around.
I’ve had absolutely no choice but to accept it during this pandemic — I am super, super, super attached to side hustling my body for service. Right now, I don’t have some debt to pay or some basic income that needs to be met as our economy crumbles and the dollar is reset.
There was a point in time where I really, really made an effort to brush up on my Mandarin for the express purpose of answering for myself at dinner parties. Every time I came home for the holidays, I knew I’d be paraded around and talked about in some capacity.
