The Speaker (Patreon)

"It's strange... I remember how it was before, Clooney, the phone calls, the cameras, the interviews, all of it. I remember traffic on the 405, the 101, the 110, the 10. There was a time when the only voice I heard when I spoke was my own. But sometimes it feels as if I've always been in Burbank. Not in the Sprouts that's right off the 5, but here, beneath the asphalt and concrete, cradled in the arms of the unsteady earth. Each time I raised my head, the golden hills would burn as they beheld my beauty. I feasted on juniper and palm, and men would rush to offer me water to quench my thirst..."