quoting j.g. ballard in an e-mail sent on 4/20:

on the beach:

all the most interesting things in the world take place where the sea meets the land and you’re between those two states of mind. on that border zone, you’re neither one nor the other, you’re both. and people take their clothes off, which is always a plus.

on los angeles:

“what would it cost to die here?” i asked the receptionist. she wasn’t fazed for a second. “it depends – what sort of death did you have in mind?”