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An intersection in Boyle Heights
Lucha's Childhood
Lucha's Quinceañera Song
Mariachi Plaza, Boyle Heights
Jameson's Story
Jameson Portrait
The 2nd Street Tunnel, Downtown Los Angeles
The Reunion
A Rehearsal Studio in the Arts District
First Kiss
Hollenbeck Park, East Los Angeles
Angel's Point
Angel's Point, Elysian Park
Love and Fractals
The Floating Nebula
The Corn Fields, Los Angeles State Historic Park, Chinatown
City Hall, Downtown Los Angeles
The Next Years
The Phone Call, Part 1
Traversing between the Arts District and Boyle Heights
A Fortune
Chinatown Plaza
Orlando's Story
Orlando's Fairwell
Evergreen Cemetery
Interlude (Car Wash)
AirStream Trailer, Elysian Park
The Roadways, Elysian Park
The Experiment
3rd Street and Broadway
230 Center St, Arts District
The Disappearance
The Red Notebook
Utter darkness
The Other Woman
The Bradbury Building, Downtown Los Angeles
Bowtie Parcel, Los Angeles River
Lucha and Orlando in Love
Historic Core, Downtown Los Angeles
Lucha Portrait
Alongside the LA River, Interstate 5
Orlando In Love
The Million Dollar Theater
Orlando Portrait
Libros Schmibros Book Store, Boyle Heights
Farewell From the Roof Tops
Rooftops, Toy Factory Lofts, Biscuit Lofts, Ito Building Tower, Arts District
Old Age Like a Dream
The Phone Call, Part 2
Chavez Ravine, Elysian Park
The Central Hub


Location: The Roadways, Elysian Park
Jameson: Stephen Beitler/Themba Alleyne
Man in Car: Peter Howard
Recording: Lewis Pesacov, Garret Ray, Corey Fogel, Jonah Levy, Alison Bjorkedal, Andrew McIntosh
Music by Lewis Pesacov
Text by Elizabeth Cline and Yuval Sharon
Jameson, en route to the first experiment of his brainwave receivers, wonders about the other cars and drivers on the road: where are they going? What are they thinking about? Is there any opportunity for connection on the road, or is everyone locked away in an isolated shell.

Director’s Notes:

“This chapter showed Jameson from outside – as seen from inside a limo on his motorcycle. He gets into a conversation with a man in the limousine, which begins as typical road rage. Before you know it, the conversation becomes metaphysical and represents two entirely different views of the city and the streets. Jameson rode with an ear-piece and microphone, and the audience heard him through the car speakers thanks to Sennheiser antennae mounted to the car.

“Hell is the place where nothing connects with nothing.”
T.S. Eliot

Jameson gives voice in this chapter to those who consider LA alienating and the detachment of driving impossibly lonely. I think all of us, even those of us who love Los Angeles, struggle with that potential experience of the city. ‘Hell is the place where nothing connects with nothing,’ Jameson quotes; Los Angeles can appear that way to some who feel lost in the city’s sprawl and its decentralized organization. In this way, too, the chapter brought Hell out of the realm of the Orpheus myth and directly into the reality of the characters. The man in the limo responds to Jameson’s nihilism with a quote from Milton: ‘The mind may make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.’ In other words, making Los Angeles a Hell is just as much a question of our perception as it is a judgment of reality.

“At the very end Jameson throws the man in the limo the red notebook. The man in the limo starts reading, puzzled by the fragments of thoughts that make up Jameson’s desperate musings. The ‘book toss’ was so convincingly done by Stephen and Peter that most people believed it was real (spoiler: it wasn’t).

This was one of the last chapters written for Hopscotch, and it came about when I realized that many of the chapters brought us into a close psychological proximity to the characters, but there were very few of them where the car was the barrier to our closeness. This whole scene became about a debate on whether cars connect us or isolate us. Jameson speaks to the streets as a chaotic jumble, the man in the limo considering the streets pathways of connection. I think both are right.”

Buckle Up

California has not had a day without a traffic fatality since September 12, 2000.

– Yuval Sharon