An evening in Los Angeles, the end of winter. Cigarettes and bedroom hangs, a feeling of nostalgia as you work your way through the mix tape and that song comes on you haven’t heard in years. Roaming around the streets of your hood, nowhere to be but present. Searching for neon and motels that haven’t lost their charm, all to feel more like the old days before technology ripped us away from being okay with silence and simply being alive. Like the kids we used to be.
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