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+a field guide to concrete - steal the plot of austerlitz, but instead of architecture in antwerp and Austerlitz we use Scratch who';s a sailor fascinated by concrete. big ships, starts in la, then bangkok, then tk then la, then to dubai where it ends with the future of concrete as glass -- the see through blocks of concrete.
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+Around the turns of the century I found myself back in Los Angeles, living at loose ends, filing meaningless articles for magazines and websites, trying to pick up the pieces of what I thought my life was going to be arrange them into the framework of what my life was. One day, on assignment for Wired, I found myself at TK, Frank Lloyd Wright's contribution to Los Angeles, perch atop a hill near Hollywood with clear views to the north of the Hollywood hills dotted with bungalows from a bygone area that sat now like twinkling eyes winking a hollow knowingness back at nothing and to the south the flat plains of downtown, the 10 freeway a snaking white and red glow cross west out toward Santa Monica and beyond it the sea, shrouded now in an orange gauze of fog, sunset and smog.
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+The smog had been tugging at my lungs ever since the long walkway up the hill, winding through the dry grass and holly bushes improbably planted beneath palms.
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+The lights around the edge of TK came on before the sun had finished sinking into the western nothingness, lighting the house in a glow of cold white light that must have glowed for miles, had I been elsewhere able to see it from a great distance.
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+I resolved to chase down a woman I had thought of for years as a back up plan, a link somehow back to that point at which I felt I had last had a firm grip on where I was going and what I was doing, though on further reflect I resolved that that was not strictly true, that the truth was more complex and more simple at the same time. Simple to say: I went with plan b because plan a was off the table and more complex because I did not allow myself to realize this until much later. \ No newline at end of file