sprawled across the mojave desert are miles and miles of empty streets, part of california city, which is not evidence of this century's boom and bust in real estate --- but evidence of another overly optimistic real estate developer from fifty years ago!
only a fraction of it was ever built out but northwest of that little core is a surreal landscape of cul de sacs
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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