You died in your house in Echo Park, Los Angeles, the day before yesterday. I know that house. I could draw it. I could even try to draw the big red heart you painted on the front of it, but it wouldn’t be anything like how you did it. I remember after you first moved in, you invited me over and told me I’d be able to find the place easily, even though it was slightly set back from Echo Park Avenue, because there was an old disused butcher's shop at the front and you’d painted a heart on it. Ok, I thought, that’s cute. Bit Californian. A loveheart.
The Sophist 11: Laura
The Sophist 11: Laura
The Sophist 11: Laura
You died in your house in Echo Park, Los Angeles, the day before yesterday. I know that house. I could draw it. I could even try to draw the big red heart you painted on the front of it, but it wouldn’t be anything like how you did it. I remember after you first moved in, you invited me over and told me I’d be able to find the place easily, even though it was slightly set back from Echo Park Avenue, because there was an old disused butcher's shop at the front and you’d painted a heart on it. Ok, I thought, that’s cute. Bit Californian. A loveheart.