Rock n'Roll has done it all. I just hope that underneath this information superhighway there is a healthy sewer life. Purple jacaranda trees litter the city with memories this morning. Los Angeles is shivering into April. Headlights from morning traffic scribble dully through the overcast.
Mist hangs over downtown intersections, condensing like wasted ambition in puddles on the pavement.
My dream has to do with multimedia and future consciousness. I call the car Urban Camouflage, my defense against carjacking and theft in a city at war with itself, yet still capable of blinding beauty and abrupt generosity. A cyberartist on a mission. At last I find a safe place to dock Urban Camouflage. I check the lock to the trunk, scoop up my briefcase and lope past tumbling bougainvillea and manicured gardens to the hotel.