30 Jul 2022

Berlin. Nothing here but everything, dirty and wild and gentrified. No statement can be all-encompassing so I’ll stop trying. I’ll wake up late. I won’t plan. I won’t be responsible for others’ happiness. I could sit in a dark bar and teach myself piano and disappear.

Three cars overlap, parked in a street in Berlin, in front of a white apartment building with balconies that are brown and yellow.