l.a, the dystopian megalopolis. a sprawling hydra headed monster eating everything in it’s path, full of plastic surgery disasters and rapacious agents. or, alternately, tree houses.
it’s the hidden fact of l.a, that the crappy stuff is easy to find (traffic, roscoes, strip malls, etc) and the great stuff is hidden.
but the fantastic irony for angelenos is that the majority of l.a is hidden and really nice.
like, by way of example, this tree house. it’s a tree house. and it’s about a mile from hollywood. or less.
so here are some pictures of dystopian sprawling rapacious l.a as represented by a tree house, a field, and an old timey truck across the street from the tree house and the field.