Living IRL: I Love LA and Perfection

In times of scrolling, my eye passes over so many images I start to see myself, as if my brain were projecting me in the pictures, only the figures are more refined than I am in the photos. They angle their faces to show their jawlines and finely cut hair and fashionable articles of clothing more expensive than the cost of my monthly rent. They spend nights out at bars or attending concerts and films; they pose with dozens of novels I’ve been meaning to read, and in the backdrop there are midcentury modern chairs in dimly lit restaurants abroad. Glasses of ceremonial matcha and artisan coffee sipped through glass straws.