My latest public piece of writing is an essay on Pasadena at Is Greater Than:
During those trips, I dreamed of Pasadena and its sprawling lawns. I dreamed of a car with fancy automated locks and windows that had ventilation in the back. I dreamed of living far enough from the freeway that I couldn’t hear it at all hours. I dreamed of bookstores and buying the occasional novel. I dreamed of the brown and cream colored buildings that said, “We are Californian, just like you.”

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