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An old house, a Victorian leftover, stood with its sisters on Edgemont Street near Olympic Boulevard in Los Angeles. The once grand lady now offered rooms by the month to the elderly, the diverse, and people looking for cheap rent like Stephen Bowles who maneuvered a used ‘55 Ford Fairlane Coupe, his only possession, into a nearby parking place beside a tall Mexican fan palm, one of many lining the street. It was 3:30 Friday afternoon. He had to hurry. He had an acting lesson at five.

The car rocked back and forth in that way old cars did, shivering their way from point A to point B. It looked old and worn, and from where she lay across the back seat, she could just see an old apple core rolling back and forth on the stained floor below her.

In the twilight of Søren Kierkegaard’s life, he begins to question his own philosophical fundament. He did not plan this.