Most of what passes for “content” these days is disposable. Made fast, optimized for whatever invisible math decides what people see today, and forgotten about five minutes later.
That never interested me much.
I’m Kennyatta, and what I care about are the stories that stick. The ones rooted in culture, in places, in the messy, contradictory reality of how people actually live, work, and make things.
Curiosity: What’s real out here? Category: Commentary
Living in this neighborhood in Los Angeles was like being forced to see two different worlds where only one existed. You can walk outside and say what’s good to A$AP Rocky or head to Blue Bottle and share a coffee with James Van Der Beek. In the same breath, you can turn the corner and see a row of tents lined up where people are making their homes right along the sidewalk or see empty streets void of any sense of signs of life.
Which experience is real and which one isn’t?
This is less of a commentary on the homeless who are seeking some resemblance of community and more of a take on two worlds that overlap even though the internet and manufactured media will have you believe otherwise. But what do I know, I only lived in that neighborhood for a year and was just renting a bed, in a room, in a house, with a couple other strangers who were all pursuing a dream or figuring out their next step in life.