Echo Park · Notebook
And Then Later On
A walk that became a piece. White space as architecture, ticker feed as interruption.
Echo Park does not announce itself. You arrive and you have already been there for an hour.
The lake is a lake the way a sentence is a sentence — technically, but only after you have agreed on what counts.
I keep thinking about how the interruptions are the structure. The ticker scrolling underneath. The thing that won’t let the page settle.