Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
But then if I stand on my roof and turn slightly to the left, I see this:
And if I turn even further and tilt my head up I see this
I was thinking about perspectives. When I'm up on the roof, you can usually tell how I'm feeling about things/life at that moment by which direction I'm facing.
The urban palm tree view makes me feel inconsequential when I look out there and think about how many people are in this city. Then I realize that I can't see any of them from where I stand so I imagine it's a post-apocalyptic neighborhood. No matter how bad a problem I might be facing at the moment, there could always be zombies or flesh eating viruses that wipe us out. Things are looking up!
If I have writer's block, I like to sit on the top of the steps that lead to the roof and face the Hollywood sign. I try to get past the horrible conventionalism of it and focus on the idea behind the sign. Then I immediately flash to Pretty Woman where the guy in the street is yelling, "Everybody who comes to Hollywood's got a dream. What's your dream?" Then I wish that I could write Pretty Woman.
If it's just a really gorgeous day out like most days in LA, I might take a beach chair up and face the sun. I will open the latest issue of Bon Appetit magazine and I will plot ways to cook an enormous green tomato.
Today, well, you're getting a limerick so guess which direction I'm facing.
Ode to the Spider I Killed Last Night
You're the second one I've seen so far.
As big as the freakin' Death Star.
Though your game was well-played,
you were foiled with Raid.
Yet I still wonder where all your friends are.
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