The Guardian reporter Rory Carroll reflects on six years in Los Angeles at a time of soaring wealth and desperate poverty
I called Los Angeles home for six years and now, as I bid goodbye, I sift through memories that feel incompatible, discordant.
There was the endlessness of the city, horizons of concrete, as you fly into LAX. New skyscrapers rising over downtown. Dolphins leaping in the surf off Malibu. Hustlers and dreamers and visionaries inventing things, making movies, mega-mansions, plans for Mars.