I thought I was the only one who had a love affair with the City of LA. That I alone, was special in recognizing adored attributes like freeways and billboards and sprawl that characteristically gives LA its simultaneous revered and hated feeling. When I looked at the mass of off-ramps and on-ramps of the interstates I saw the arms and legs of two lovers curved and interlocking in tight embrace.
I’m reading a book on LA’s urban development that describes the freeways as “a love affair” and having “magical allure”. I’m seriously shocked that I was surprised!
Something sort of deflated in me to know I’m hardly the first nor last to be enchanted– really! A case of being the Little Prince’s Rose, unlike any other rose?
I’m jealous of 7 million other Angelenos.
Almost like– I thought you were my city?
And here you are, spreading your love all over town.