Murray Sinclair, Only in L.A.

I almost had a feeling that I knew the place without having been there before. L.A. had always been that way with me. It was familiar, it belonged in my unconscious, it enthralled me, enticed with all the ambivalence of a dream. Good, bad, indifferent things happened here, but somehow you believed they worked out; and even if they didn't, you kept believing. This city makes you soft and soppy, turns you into mush. Like a star-struck girl with an autograph album, you run amok thinking there's an answer to be found here - all because you've spent too much of your life sitting in the dark. And the big screen begat a small screen, and the small screen begat you.