“Southern California, which is shaped somewhat like a coffin, is a giant sanatorium with flowers where people come to be cured of life itself in whatever way... This is the last stop before the sun gives up and sinks into the black, black ocean, and night – usually starless here – comes down.”

“Southern California, which is shaped somewhat like a coffin, is a giant sanatorium with flowers where people come to be cured of life itself in whatever way... This is the last stop before the sun gives up and sinks into the black, black ocean, and night – usually starless here – comes down.”

— John Rechy