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berlin

beat the time dead

I like to think that somewhere out there, on a planet exactly like ours, two people exactly like you and me made totally different choices and that, somewhere, we're still together.


the twins

there is no me here

i think there is some sort of guinea fowl outside my dining room. wings keep flapping and its a strange voice, not one of a pigeon or even the hummingbird that comes to visit our garden. i smoked a few too many cigarettes this weekend, but now i want to smoke more, because i want my voice to be low and husky and beautiful.

flapping continues. tourism continues.

today i ate brunch at an old fashioned fountain store that had paper straws and vegan options. now i am reading about the space of death which made me look up anne frank and then shed a few unsubstantial tears. the dog is barking because of the birds. cliff calls each of us in my house kid and that really warms my heart.

barking continues.

now i must continue reading for a bit longer in order to reward my voice with that cigarette. then i will hop on my bike and sing as i pedal down the hill where someone is waiting for me.

loss of a halo

the start.

i want to live this way until i die

right now, i am thinking about tours around berlin and utopias or nowtopias and kyong park who i am finally meeting tomorrow!!, along with ideas of nationalism and great motherlands and soup. and i am sitting next to a box of fudge thanks to my mom. i'm trying to figure out ideas about my thesis and right now, i have a very raw one about looking at what has happened in detroit over the past quarter century and compare that to what has happened in another city, berline maybe? but not the cities as much as maybe artists working there? the activites that have formed. i don't know. that seems a little iffy. i need to visit these places for sure. my ideas about detroit are possibly going to drastically change when i get there. i am definitely going to ask kyong park about this tomorrow. i was saddened to find out object orange has all but left the detroit area. although maybe all great social justice movements can only exist for a short period of time. i am just rambling now. i made lentil soup today.