Sunday, June 10, 2012

Writing on the wall

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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