Wherein yeah, Los Angeles is a tiny bit creepy.
There is a sheen to some of these people.
It's not immediately visible. Everyone here carries oil-removing wipes in their purses to prevent any unwanted glimmers. But it is there in the eyes. You can see it when they run to catch up in heels and squash torsos together and yip, high-pitched. You can see it in heads bend over iPhones, thumbs tapping furiously as they wander down the halls.
Talk bounces off them, but they never stop making sounds at each other. Every time a door opens here, I jump. My mouth curves up.
Today I feel myself reflected in flat white teeth.
Notes from the last week.
This is all minor nervousness, the kind of thing that usually gets written down on the backs of napkins and then tossed in the trash. The people here are really nice to me, actually, and I am sure this is all in my head. I probably just act weird. Actually, I know I act weird.
Cheers
Julia
Okay, this is weird, but maybe I am not gettng something? Anyway, hope you have a good last couple days in LA, and we can't wait to see you and hear all about your adventures Up Close and Personal. love mom
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