Leaving the Bel Air Hotel around 6 pm as the dark. I follow Waze which doesn’t take me up the 405 but down Sunset and then into the gates of Bel Air. I drive past mansion after mansion, huge castles built into the hillsides. I keep driving up into the hills. Each house worth millions. The darkness became thicker. At the top of Mulholland, still listening to Hamilton, I could see the other side of the hill, my side. The houses are tiny, it looked like clusters of villages. My village is palm trees and orange trees and chickens. The darkness was fully arrived by the time I got home and for dinner we each had shrimp and a few asparagus. We are learning to eat less, sleep more, think deeply.