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it never rains in california [Mar. 26th, 2009|03:25 pm]
It's storming in Houston in the way it never seems to anywhere that isn't tropical, or at least semi-tropical, and the whole sky keeps splitting open like a bursting balloon, the water pouring heavily through air so wet and warm that it feels ripe. I gave my talk this morning and then wandered the Village; made bracelets at the Bead Shop, bought brass bells and Kindereggs, got caught in the storm, and wandered back under my umbrella drinking a diet soda.

Strange to be back someplace I used to live. It makes me a touch nostalgic, but not much. There are people I miss, but I'd never go back to the shared living spaces and the horrible, punishing hours I used to subject myself to. I take better care of myself now. I do miss the city, though. Miss the storms, the lush verdant springs, the crazy rambling growth and decay, the way that Houston seems to eat its own history -- a serpent consuming its own tail, or a phoenix rising from the ash before it's even finished burning.

[User Picture]From: sirala
2009-03-27 01:46 am (UTC)
I miss that ourouborous-way about Los Angeles as well.... Austin has just always been basically what Austin is, and everything else is added on top of that without the self-cannibalizing. There's a way that a place impacts what one can do there...

LA is definitely a place where you can eat your own past and rise again, but Austin?

You can only improve what you've got here, not scrap everything and start over. That's good and healthy in some ways, but not as delicious or dramatic.
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