This was going to be a whole newsletter about how I spent last Sunday at the Hollywood Sculpture Garden, taking photos of an old man's terrifying art installation built precariously into the side of a hill, and how the whole experience was a weird combo of amazement at the giant testament to wealth and will combined with melancholic sadness/general loneliness about some Life Stuff, and then spinning that out into some sort of halfway-nice self-reflection, but that got shot all to hell about halfway through my first client call this morning.