Why I Miss LA
by Mae, 24, Detroit
The City itself is interesting enough in its own right. Although known for its thick layer of smog enveloping the downtown like a shroud so suffocating that on sluggishly unclear days the buildings are indistinguishable through the toxins permeating the air, the city is strangely beautiful.
Sections of the downtown are clean, free of the refuse one would presume would litter the streets. Few transients linger about--during the day, at least--in most sections of the city. Culture of many sorts evidence themselves in the many districts of the town: Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Italian, Vietnamese, Mexican, Afro-American, Pilipino.
Colours, tastes and faces. The downtown area, however clean and organized-looking in several districts, does not reflect the disarray of the rest of the city.
Suburbs sprawl for miles outside downtown, every direction. Freeways that crisscross communities like a noisy web cut into the hills dotted with dilapidated houses or affluent mansions. Some neighborhoods appear to have evolved as some afterthought. Cities and subcommunities sprout up random, disorganized, hodge-podge, ecclectic and sometimes cramped. Each is a good exampled of man's quelling of nature.