Culture? What Culture?

The I-5 freeway that runs between Los Angeles and San Francisco is a long, straight stretch of road. The landscape is bordered to the west by barren mountains whose brown, deceptively smooth folds, like loose skin, belie a rugged terrain.

For almost half the length of this 500-odd mile road, as far as the eye can see to the east, are constant green splashes of farming






You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

Ralph Waldo Emerson