Where Silverlake Boulevard ends at Glendale Boulevard, mere minutes walking distance from my house, the city is building a library. When this library is complete, there will be a stretch no longer than a few hundred yards which contain the library, Still, an anusara-focused yoga studio, and the Cha Cha, a hipster dive bar fire-hazard decorated with all kinds of Mexican-themed bric-a-brac and velvet paintings.
I have two predictions about this area. First, twenty years from now, several of the best novels produced in the history of Los Angeles will be traced back to this section of town. Second, when I’m dead, you’ll be able to visit this little corner of the universe and within your field of vision have an accurate understanding of my life.
Good evening.