About three weeks ago, during my trip to Irvine, Joe drove Yoshi and me to the crumbling L.A. surburb of San Pedro. In the 1920s, sections of this coastal town began to fall into the sea at a rate of almost a foot a day. The affected area is blocked off by a fence, but Joe, Yoshi, and I slipped through an opening and found ourselves in an otherworld of modern ruins. The ocean ate voraciously, and what's left now looks like the aftermath of some sort of failed geological experiment. Huge flat slabs of concrete sit atop decaying earth at odd angles and random trees spring up in the recesses of the cracked and shifted sidewalks. Broken bottles and graffiti cover a lot of surfaces, but that somehow added the beauty of what we saw that day. It was incredibly clear and quiet, the ocean was as blue as I've ever seen it, and I felt like I was a citizen of the future, on a tourist's trip to the ruins of the twentieth century.