berlin third morning: first...

...white grapefruit juice since leaving the states 1.19E from Lidl
flea-purchased shirt that doesn't fit

i got to a point on the bike yesterday far beyond sweaty
to something like well-lubricated

i have been writing while out here
and my thoughts are all metered
percussive lyrical

(i am supposed to start to try to supply vocals for some mostly-metal project when i get back to trondheim)

berlin is like chicago without a downtown?
no tall buildings - broad squat - excuses of swamp
flat - wide streets - more green but very localized
i don't know where to...

i'm not in love (with this place)
cuz i don't know where to look?

berlin

high ceilings and hot
swoon