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Blundstone Terrarium

Boots Girl appears in a desert reptile house where saints hang beside terrariums and creatures are watched from the wrong side of the glass. When a woman stops there by accident, she is quietly confronted with a different possibility: that what she calls broken may simply be badly contained.

“She seemed built from parts of L.A. you only ever saw at 3AM: cigarette burns, sodium lamps, motel pools reflecting nothing but static.”

— Neon Déjà Vu

“L.A.’s basically’s held together by duct tape and earthquakes.”

— Under Her Frayed Hem

“The Taco Truck on Santa Monica Boulevard was a living thing.”

— Under Her Frayed Hem

“West Hollywood at noon felt like standing under a blowtorch: the kind of heat that makes the air hum, where the palm trees look plastic and the asphalt ripples like its trying to swallow itself whole.”

— Siete Cerillos Apagados

Blundstone Terrarium

WRITING THE CALIFORNIA FEVER DREAM

“She seemed built from parts of L.A. you only ever saw at 3AM: cigarette burns, sodium lamps, motel pools reflecting nothing but static.”

“L.A.’s basically’s held together by duct tape and earthquakes.”

“The Taco Truck on Santa Monica Boulevard was a living thing.”

“West Hollywood at noon felt like standing under a blowtorch: the kind of heat that makes the air hum, where the palm trees look plastic and the asphalt ripples like its trying to swallow itself whole.”

a love letter with a lit match tucked inside ♡

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