It’s late Wednesday afternoon and I’m driving from Tarzana to Whittier in the middle of rush hour. So I hop off the freeway and jump onto Sunset Boulevard. Sometimes the streets are much faster than the freeway but today they are way faster.
They’re empty. Not “light traffic” empty. Pandemic-era ghost town empty.
Immigration and Customs Enforcement raids have decimated the normal rhythms of LA. Fear, once ambient, is now audible.