A Love Letter to Los Angeles

Happy birthday, Los Angeles. You turned 241 on September 4, 2022, but no one said anything. The city government wrote something for your last birthday <a href="https://lacity.gov/highlights/city-los-angeles-celebrates-its-240th-birthday" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">when you turned 240</a>, but this year it seems they just gave up. Your own government ghosted you. This makes me sad, and frankly a little mad, because I love you. I’m sorry that no one thanked you for this strange otherworldly world you’ve given us: the shocks of hot pink bougainvillea; the buzz of hummingbirds; the strange winding steep streets where it’s terrifying to park your car; the monstrously large agave plants that tower over us; the trails above the city where you can run into coyotes (that somehow remind of me B-list f*ck bois) and rattlesnakes and <a href="https://ilovegriffithpark.com/portfolio/castor-bean/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">the plant that you can make ricin</a> from, if you paid attention in chemistry class or even to Breaking Bad. <a href="https://adelinedimond.medium.com/a-love-letter-to-los-angeles-a3f098d1604b">Read More</a>