I’m transferring some of my old fashioned on paper ramblings because my pages are starting to shift and tear with age.

Going back in time to October 2008…..

I’m waiting to pick up documents at the LA Superior court and it’s refreshingly old fashioned. Stacks of dusty yellow paper, forms, lines and fluorescent lighting. It seems more like an old DMV or the basement of the municipal building in New York that I loved so much. Sometimes I miss the old hassles of a non-digital life. Or at least my interpretation of what it would have been like had I not been younger than 12. It certainly is a dying breed. They tore out the old bar on campus. Not that I spent too much time there or have years of memories but I was genuinely sad when it closed. It was a time warp. You could feel the generations of college kids in its hard plastic yellow chairs and wood paneled walls. Sports and news on giant analog TVs just seems to go with overpriced beers.

… reading this back I’m having visuals from Terry Gilliam’s Brazil. Not sure the connection but I’m seeing mountains of paper and orange dust clouding low fluorescentlights.