He figured the wide screen perspective would set the scene for an epiphany that would finally make sense of this place and his place in it. So he gazed over the expanse, inhaling the suspense. But LA, always in character, refused to make sense. Yet, when the dawn came calling his thoughts congealed into a whole: “It’s morning in America. Sunrise in the fishbowl.”

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