Today, I found myself regretting (still working on removing the word from my vocabulary) never visiting the Los Angeles Central Library. I had all the time in the world, after work, before COVID, before the baby. I talked about it a bunch. With Efsun we said we would go. But like many things I talk about a bunch, I never did it. Maybe it’s the talking about them that causes dreams to not come true. Maybe that’s an L.A. syndrome. You either shut up and take action to manifest your reality. Or you let them come out of your mouth and see them incinerate in the sun.