18 May 2022

I love to sit in dark gardens, flooded with Berlin green, fluorescent, dirty, it is my home. I love discussing feelings, seeings, hearings, wonderings. Those dark parts of the heart that give way to lightness. The light is pink now. It tells me to be honest.

In the light evening, a woman passes by a building with the words “Bahnhof Hallesches” on it, slightly cropped. A square window in the middle of the picture emanates orange light through decorative iron bars.

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