I love this huge graphic wall piece. I believe the excerpt is from the short story,
Strangers When We Meet by Hanif Kureishi.
Right now, I have John Fante on the brain.
I could live with the following as a wall piece for so many reasons:
Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you,
my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand,
you pretty town.
–from Ask the Dust
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