Title is City of Dreams
By Michael Sunderlin
Los Angeles is the strangest city I’ve ever been to. Please do not make me for a critic – on the contrary, I make this statement as an interested explorer. I can feel it in the atmosphere: a special quality to this place where it’s not like others. When I walked though other cities, like New York or Philadelphia, I felt a sense of tradition, a history upon which the city was built, which echoes in its citizens who’ve grown there and been shaped by it. It’s not quite like that here. Undoubtedly, in any city, its the people who breathe life and culture into its atmosphere. Here, however, so many people have come from distant places, each glowing with different dreams and visions for the future. In New York city, you gaze up towards the sky scrapers skyscrapers and monuments, and you find yourself enthralled by the testament of mankind’s capabilities after centuries of work. These things are embedded in New York City, and will not change for a very long time. In Los Angeles, you can look out to the mountains, or stare over the city from a distant peak, and see the imprint of thousands of people who have brought their dreams here; some whose dreams have been fulfilled, and others who have not. Los Angeles’ tradition and atmosphere is constantly changing because its people constantly come and go, which is interesting to me. In the other cities you are a part of the beliefs and cultures of those who came before you. In Los Angeles, you are part of the culture that is evolving right now. That is why, when you observe this great city from a distant peak, you can find yourself so easily in your gaze, as well as all of your dreams that you’ve brought here with you. Los Angeles energizes me because I can feel, in the atmosphere, all the good things I have done in my past to help bring me here; but it also frightens me, because in that same air, I can feel all that I haven’t done, and I wonder if I am ready to succeed as I truly want to.