C I P R I A N I

Gazing out my window, in the hazy distance I can see the Hollywood Hills. I’m still a little tired, not quite awake – I seemed more awake before I poured myself a cup of coffee.

In the distance, I can barely make out those houses on the hill.

For some reason I’m reminded of the 70’s. It feels like the 70’s. When I was born.

It’s an illusion I’m sure, but I often “feel” time.

A friend once roundly criticized me when I said something “felt like 1984”.
What’s irritating is I think he knew exactly what I meant, but just felt like criticizing me.

Another friend of mine knows exactly what I mean by that. No clarification is ever
necessary.

Still… 

I look at the hills and it feels like the 70’s.  I feel that way when I drive into the valley.  I suspect it’s because so many things from my childhood were filmed there and the geography occupies a place in my subconscious.

I don’t know…

Reality is a strange thing. If it is indeed reality.