1-800-4-PRAYER

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As she passes through the huge, automatic glass doors of LAX, she stops for a second. A new kind of feeling of uneasy excitement and bliss comes over her. Infinite, uncertain expanses await her.
Expect her.

 
 


As she passes through the huge, automatic glass doors of LAX, she stops for a second. A new kind of feeling of uneasy excitement and bliss comes over her. Infinite, uncertain expanses await her.
Expect her.

It is already 10 pm when, after a long search, she finds the shuttle taxi that will take her to her hostel Downtown. The romantic idea of a night drive through L.A. will promptly be destroyed by the friendly smalltalk needs of fellow travelers. The fluttering palmtrees pass by, the neon lights, all the clichés that she has longed for and yet she can not enjoy it.

From the car radio sounds advertisements for credit companies and Christian Counseling Service hotlines. 1-800-4-PRAYER. She would have liked to put her headphones in and drive with her own cheesy soundtrack. But of course she is too polite for that.

And so the minutes of her first and only nightly drive through Los Angeles pass by.

The feeling of not being able to share this experience with someone collides with the feeling she doesn’t have to share it with anyone. And somehow she likes that. 
 

 
 
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Photography & Words
Nora Hollstein