It's a very very mad world....

The landscape doesn't change all that much, the same dried out shrubbery, the damaged earth, the way the sun scorches everything. The difference is, through fogged over windows, or clear, tinted, or cracked; everyone looks desperate here.



Desperation has a certain look.



Everyone drives quickly, like they are constantly late for an important meeting, hurtling toward the horizon at breakneck speed, the freeways are ten lanes wide and still not big enough.



Everything here is super sized and too small.



Here is the land of anorexic tan skeletons. It's only acceptable when you can see your spine from the front, and lead with your hips in a way that screams sex and not, hideous bone malformation!

This is the epicenter of superficiality.

The whole state lives in a constant vortex of self centeredness. There are standards that everyone here has to live up to. Not very many of said standards make any sense at all to anyone but everyone blindly follows them.

Lemmings.

Traffic signs mean nothing. Red and green arrows mean nothing. U turns are so normal they are almost expected at every light and stop sign that no one pays attention to. Honking is another language, and one that people use often and without any kind of sense.

As if this will solve any problems.

This place is like a mirage, a facade for something unholy. Behind the mask of ocean, beach, tans, and perfectly white teeth; lurks something dark and foul. The kind of filthy horror that some obsess is in their closets or in dreams, the kind that force insomnia and make a person glance over their shoulder in the middle of the day, in a crowd of people.

The lid has to come off sometime.

With so much repression the dark filthy shit builds up, with no outlet it searches out the cracks where the light seeps in, it looks for a way to get to the surface. Why should it explode out with wild fury, when it can creep out languorously. Picking and choosing who it wants to torment and infect.

In time it all falls down anyway.