woken by instrumentals ghost-connected to bluetooth speakers at pink-lilac dawn
06.03.2026 07:39
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woken by instrumentals ghost-connected to bluetooth speakers at pink-lilac dawn
woken each early morn by whips of el poniente, the wind from the west
back ‘home’ the swans are dying
🅂🅃🅁🅄🄲🅃🅄🅁🄰🄻 🄹🄴🄽🄶🄰
my most toxic trait is giving uninvited critical opinions of food
freezing mist at place of departure vs. palms against clear bright of destination: never been so early for a flight
historically it was, of c., colder. last year I think I missed the (brief) freeze. so grateful for warm indoors x
RF -10° for this eleventh winter in Berlin, you don't want to know how many layers I am wearing
On the UBahn back from BER, an Arabic girl points at the red, black and green sticker on the window and says gently to her sister, Palestine
the high collective anxiety of the last full working week of the year
contrary to my thought this autumn that ginkgos don't really exist in Berlin, noticed the little yellow fans underfoot, bright after my meeting, on Knaackstr.
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winter hack: one pressed cardamom clove, 1/3 stick cinnamon, one dot coconut oil infused in black coffee
Can you believe I've been buying pomegranates on Maybachufer for a decade
exigeante
before travelling back to LDN I feel its anxious arm lurch towards me
I associate purple plums with la rentrée
keep in mind: ocean at eyeline
Everything after Fanny
the transformation of sadness and depression into courage, letting go, and right action
distant thunder in early morning, heard in half-awake state as the beginnings of air strikes in response to the depravity of Merz within Europe
high potential for transference with movement instructors because of endorphins released via class
the home language of illness (a slip for ‘English’) needs to leave my body, too
falling peony petals reading each a copy of Recognition by Andrea Brady given by Lizzie
the chef is beginning his preparations
Maxis, ”Berlin hört nicht auf, zu Ende zu gehen.” (2025) @weakanalogy.bsky.social // me on Berlin’s perpetual over-ness (2019)
surround-sound hum of May Day Berlin from fifth-floor desk: circling helicopter, live trumpet, raucous kids, ripples of laughter-chatter, chirping birds, bass speakers, siren swirl
fine fingernail moon to coincide with my rejuvenation
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the way in which the receptionist – witnessing me mid-panic attack, short on air – kept repeating: Gesundheitskarte. Gesundheitskarte.