Transcription: Walking around Como Del Mar for the first time since junior high school, I had certain unrealistic hopes. I half believed that the secret of my past, therefore my present, might reveal itself to me like some kind of an epiphany. A defining moment when all the long suppressed childhood memories would flood back. Dramatic recollection of a moment of abandonment and loss. A catharsis who had lead me out of my present crisis. I remembered Cronin del Mar as bleak and empty as a hopper painting, but far more malign. I'd expected and hoped that its present reality would resonate with these memories. ...
