~ ~ ~ the Streets are Alive
There's something very particular about working by yourself on a bustling afternoon in the heart of Hollywood. Sure, working alone in downtown L.A. had it's moments, but it was almost an inherent loneliness...one that seems to go along with the big city. It's just not so in Hollywood. You sit there in the quiet, 8 stories above the action, watching the tourists and the costumed-characters and the flyer-bearers and the vendors and the cops all moving around and around the scene.
They have a pace typical of people with no real task, even the vendors seem disinterested. Yet, there I am high in an office tower above them. I'm at work, doing nothing. Below me they are walking around, on vacation, or just taking a break. Above, I am getting paid to stand around and look at them. This disparity puzzles me, so I take the elevator downstairs and walk outside among them. I walk through them as if I'm wading across a river. Their only concern is getting to where they are, mine to get as close as possible to them.