This is a fine golden-yellow leaf collection: plane trees - I think - outside a neighborhood house; a regular walking route. But the house itself has been a source of puzzlement since early in the pandemic - whenever it was that we allowed ourselves to go out for nervous, thoroughly-masked-up walks. It was soon apparent that no one was living there - the mail accumulated; the car in the apron outside the garage grew grey and dusty and slowly, slowly the tires deflated; and, most tellingly of all, a burglar alarm has been beep beep high-pitched beeping for - well, it must be well over two years now. I did some forensic digging on line, and found that the owner probably lives in Shanghai. So that makes sense why she couldn't come back for a while - assuming, as we did, that she got stranded - but now? With the alarm still on; the car disintegrating? Is there some tragic story here, or can some people just let a house in the Los Feliz Hills gradually deteriorate? And what might the neighbors feel?
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