So, there's this house on our street. We dubbed it "the mound". Perhaps its a hump of magic. Whatever it is, its quite a hill of succulents. Kenneth says whatever they are hiding in that house, they are doing it well. That comment made me curious, so I decided to walk over there today, to interview whoever lives at this house. I told Kenneth if I wasn't back in 15 minutes to start getting worried for me.
This is the front view of the garden. I chickened out and didn't knock on the door. But I did keep walking down the street, trying to notice the city. (It was then I noticed I forgot my phone).
I kept walking. My feet just keep moving forward. Every once in a while I would think, I don't have my phone. Will they be worried? No, I'll only be gone for a hour. And kept walking on.
When I stopped to stare at the telephone wires I couldn't help but see this huge cross over Culver City.
To me, the 90 freeway is just 405's little bitch rampway.
Neon busstop seats and Starbucks litter. I wonder how many landfills are dedicated to just our consumer culture's coffee cup waste. Probably hundreds.
Birds perch on both.
Stop sign stickers.
After this, I stopped taking pictures because I had to walk across Centinela, where the cars don't stop for nobody. I popped into the Venice Free Methodist church service. For moment one, I was drawn to tears, by just hearing strangers' stories and see the love of the people for each other. The woman leading worship read a poem. I burst out in tears and spent the next 15 minutes in healing crying. It was what I was looking for when I first went on the walk. I remembered that I had left my phone at home, and that Kenneth probably thought I was dead at the succulent hill house, so I left service. I went up to her afterwards to say thank you. She told me that the poem she read was a Psalms, and I was shocked. Still crying, we exchanged phone numbers, because she hosts a woman's small group. For some reason, I think this is why I went on the walk this afternoon, and kept on walking. Perhaps I was walking to find some truth in the city, and truth I did see.