It’s hot in Los Angeles today and the sky is a delicious shade of antifreeze. Everyone’s moving slowly out there, like a clear aspic settled over the city in the night. The asphalt’s humming minor chords. Chunks of pear and pineapple hover a couple of yards above the sidewalk. They shiver with the high notes. In the elevator just now, I met a person who was only five days old. Imagine that. He didn’t have much to say, couldn’t even look me in the eye. Just kind of waved his head back and forth. Not used to so much gelatin, I suppose. It takes time.
Oh well, to business: A friend sent me these photos from Hebron. No aspic there, apparently. The young man is an Israeli soldier. The young woman is apparently his girlfriend. Nothing is sweeter than young, sweet love! I don’t believe these images require any additional commentary. Look close.