We were waiting for SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY TO HAPPEN.

We were idle, dare I say, stale? Yet nobody, but ourselves, demanded us to always be interesting, to the point of becoming boring, bored and redundant.

And, we realized we have no time for stagnant beings.
We simply crave a movement, a revolution.

You can still find goodness in this miserable hellhole if you look hard and long enough.

L.A., I love you; you’re no ordinary world.

H sign hike