It’s strange but not out of the ordinary that it is the first time since I was 12 that I’m in LA… but I feel quite at home.
Why? Memories. Fake memories. I’m constantly experiencing media deja-vus and movie flashbacks.
Two brief examples:
Sean took us up the Hollywood hills in his car and showed us the breathtaking view over the city.
The serpentine road steadily reminded me of scenes from Knight Rider. The dry grass, the acclivity, the color of the road and the sky.
Media memory recall photoshop attempt #1
And the view from the lookout point surprisingly evoked a spooky T2esque doomsday picture.
Media memory recall photoshop attempt #2
I think it’s just the way pop culture and recollection works.