I’m off the L.A. mood for the moment.

Slowly sliding towards the  New York melancholy/hysteria, maybe because fall is so near.

Maybe I’m just wishful thinking and trying to deny all the L.A. and all the sun and desert around me.

I miss fall, I remember falling asleep late at night and waking up at 7 in the morning.

I miss playing games. I miss those September days when it was all about

“what am I going to wear on the first day of school?”

or ” which song will I listen to on my way to the first day of school?”

or

“will I see him, will he see me, will he ever like me?”.

The Lost & Found section of my life would look something like this :

a backpack

a thousand unreturned looks

sandwhiches never to be eaten during breaks

cigarettes smoked in the schoolyard

coffee

an empty stomach

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZh8YjbDiVk

pictures by dad