On good days, I go for walks alone. I never really did that in New York. I was always on the go, but I always had a place to get to. It's different in Los Angeles. I wander for the sake of wandering, inspecting the scenery, watching people, roam through the expanse of the city's industrial zones. I move through liminal spaces, cross wasteland, abandoned ballparks. Some places feel like a world after the end of civilisation.

Walking, L.A.
Malte Müller

Translated and adapted from Kachelbad's Erbe by Hendrik Otremba: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47805935-kachelbads-erbe