eating

borrowed bike

December 10 / København
My lovely Danish cat lady host and bike-lender is pushing a healthy Danish six feet tall, so the first thing I did today was ride the borrowed bike directly to the coffee shop out of which my friend the proprietor also rents out bikes and ask him to take a wrench to its seat height for me. Then I hung around a while, getting rowdy on a latte—I guess now commences a slide back into caffeine, as everywhere there is no other choice—and advice on how to live. He told me to seek out Jewish painters and/or musicians in Berlin, that they will anchor the energy I’m out here after. He said, Danish people are like fucking ice.

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from Denmark
on alcohol + beer + bicycle + body + bottom + coffee + culture + eating + festival + friends + friendship + globalism + Judaism + language + network

emptied the ashtray

November 21 / Berlin
A man just sat down near me outside this cafe where I am having twitchy post-club afternoon frūstūck and emptied the ashtray on his table into the ashtray on the table between us
It makes me think of people who have to flush a toilet before they can use it
Does it matter if your own waste falls upon the waste of others

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from Germany
on cafe + cigarettes + eating + table + toilet + waste

overrun with my physical self

January 6 / Île d'Oléron

I said,

Everything about yesterday was exhausting. I left Pilou before the meal of snails because it became too much work to chat with him in French. I got into the house okay and ate the rest of my cheese and seven apricots and three carrots and half a loaf of bread soaked in coconut oil because it was what I had.

Today I’m a little overrun with my physical self — yesterday I got barnacles embedded in my foot and I have a good surgical needle, carried with me, but man this is a job, and on account of the IUD I had placed in New York I find I bleed from my reproductive organs in a newly voluminous way — like, a leaving bloody handprints on Sylkaʼs bathroom walls way. What a burden is a body. 

I am redrawing ma pancarte now, and after this I will go buy barres énergetiques, and then I will go to the beach. 

A seagull near me is having a hard time eating a whole ice cream cone. 

this episode was written...

into a text
with Jean
from France
on animal + body + eating + fatigue + food + hunger + injury + language + menstruation + sea

someting squiggly and marine

November 18 / Iruña
In the same bar that la patrona of my casa rural brought me to last week, killing time before my blablacar to Barcelona, I have ordered some kind of open-faced mini-sandwich featuring something squiggly and, to my eye, marine.
Pescado, said the barman to my quizzicality, but I bet it’s not actually, not taxonomically.
Everyone is starting to look familiar to me, moving so quickly from place to place as I am.

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from Spain
on animal + bar + eating + food + people + taxonomy
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