TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Post-industrial California has me thinking in half-phrases amidst the jacarandas and discarded inflatable palms of Lotusland.
No comma needed between the discarded and the inflatable. Excess, the astonishing plurality of things consumed; the waste, shipped to China.
What of dance, music, stories, so abundant in LA? Yes, this is energy that does not produce waste, only vibrations. Infrastructure - the carapace by which we experience dance, music, language - is what does or doesn't generate waste.