Evelyn Bishop. Los Angeles. Cemetery. Lots of dead bodies. Some dudes getting high. People all around the city of different cultures, creeds, incomes, ages, various levels of sexual appeal. Cars everywhere. Seemingly never enough parking nor road for the cars. And never enough time. Everyone in a rush. New cars for sale. Used cars for sale. Shit. Millions living on top of tunnels flowing with their own shit. Most of it formerly bread, corn, oil and the muscular tissue of animals that never experienced nature. Gotta pay more for healthy variety. Whole Foods. On every city block, the Holy Trinity: Starbucks, Subway, and cannabis dispensary. Girls. Light. Smartphones. Computers. The Internet. You. Me. Connected.
