The New York of the West Coast, the land of dreams and opportunities, the place where hopes come to thrive, because they know that one day, they too will eventually die. I found all this more after the first time that I watched “Sunset Boulevard”, the 1950 film about love, deception, greed, and the inevitable passing of time. Upon my first time viewing the film I found myself on three roller coasters. I kept thinking to myself, “am I the Desmond?” The one stuck in the past, full of regret and longing for an idea of love that I desperately clung on to. “Am I the Gillis?” Stricken with the idea that love is only for the fools who seek it, rich with talent but too caught up in the muck of my own shortcomings and insecurities, wandering a land
