Black-and-white photo from "Lonely LA: Echoes of Silence" by Jerry Fleury. Captures deserted downtown Los Angeles during the pandemic lockdown, highlighting eerie emptiness and silence.
Black-and-white photo from "Lonely LA: Echoes of Silence" by Jerry Fleury. Captures deserted downtown Los Angeles during the pandemic lockdown, highlighting eerie emptiness and silence.

Los Angeles Theatre

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A woman rests on a stone planter, holding an umbrella, with the Los Angeles Theater in disrepair as her backdrop. I captured this moment walking down Broadway Avenue at the start of the 2020 pandemic, highlighting a blend of the city's forgotten iconic locations and houseless people in decay.

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A woman rests on a stone planter, holding an umbrella, with the Los Angeles Theater in disrepair as her backdrop. I captured this moment walking down Broadway Avenue at the start of the 2020 pandemic, highlighting a blend of the city's forgotten iconic locations and houseless people in decay.

Non-essential Sitting here, on this planter throne, With an umbrella for shelter, feeling so alone. Where's the hand to lift, the plan for those in strife? Locked out of this so-called life. Angry and cold, feeling so betrayed, This lockdown's a thief, of the little I had made. I'm asking, I'm shouting, where's the aid for the street? While I'm clutching my life on this hard concrete. The world's on pause, but my struggle's in play, Every minute, every hour, every part of the day. Wish I had a mask for my face, not for the virus, just to hide, The pain and the pride that I carry inside. "Non-essential" they say, but ain't we all flesh and bone? When the city's locked down, where's mercy thrown? I'm more than a number, more than a stat, I'm flesh and blood, man, where's the help at?