southern california gothic
It is summer. The sun is shining. It is winter. The sun is shining. You aren’t certain, upon reflection, when the last time was that the sun was not shining.
You are starting to fear that In-N-Out is not actually a burger chain, but rather a cult. Whenever you bring it up people’s eyes glaze over. They are so hungry. Oh, god, they are all so hungry.
You’re fairly certain that one Starbucks store is following you. There wasn’t a Starbucks on that corner a minute ago…right?
There is some sort of warp in the space-time continuum near Los Angeles. There is no other explanation for why you have been stuck in traffic this long. No matter what channel you turn the radio to, all you can hear is static. Occasionally: the distant sound of a voice speaking in Spanish, as if trying to convey a message to you from many miles away.
When the rain starts, everyone around you panics. What do they know that you don’t?
