Monday, February 23, 2004Seen and heard in the reflection of an "L" door as I was waiting for the train to stop at Granville, a twenty-something man and woman talking:
Going to L.A....you know what that's like? It's like, say you're a blue person - and suddenly you're in a country full of blue people. You know, it's great...in a way. But then, everybody's blue. It's not like you're, like, creative or unusual any more. You can't be this crazy artistic person any more.Sometimes it's good to be blue, but not when everyone else is.