AMERICA LOVES SENTIMENTALISM
I have only just arrived in Louisiana, yet I have already heard of haunted places.
I can picture the ghosts. So many people, so much intermingling, so many dramas must have taken place in this intoxicating humidity.
This reminds me of something Robbie’s “electropunk” friend said: “America loves sentimentalism”.
Indeed, given the objective harsh conditions of life, it must take imagination and dreams to survive. At the intersection, a panhandler goes from car to car. The only person that gives is a black lady driving one of the most rotten cars.