Smoke from hundreds of fireworks drifting through the trees of Echo Park.

Taken: July 4, 2004. Uploaded: November 26, 2004

This is not the place you hoped it would be.
Was it ever that place? Did it really happen?
Is this even pizza?
What can we hope for when pizza is involved, really?
We seek comfort. We seek company.
We seek the closure of a pie, even a failed one. We fail.
This is not pizza. This is not home.
There are shadows here, burned in by a slow florescent fire.
There was an opening here, once, a passage through.
But this is not your dream architecture. This is not pizza.
You must trace your own maps. You must cut your own pie.
You look at me like I’m the weirdo. Like I’m the asshole.
Look. This is not my pizza. This is not even pizza.
Were you not listening to me?
This was a passage between.
And you are late.

Passion fruit growing over the tow yard razor wire, with the sky tuned to a dead channel.
Hangar 1018, Los Angeles.

Eagle Rock center for the arts