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some nights in a yurt

In the garden yesterday I said to Elsa, Maybe you should go away, too. Spend some nights in a yurt. Think about what really matters.

Elsa said, I hate yurts. What about all your square furniture? It’s completely impractical, and we went back to tenting the strawberries in silence.

mitte in lazy loops

I met a man in Berghain, and after the sun had come good and up we wandered the city a while, making our way through Mitte in lazy loops, buying an okay orange and some shitty grapes and eating them on a bridge while he told me about how he and his twin, who were triplets in utero, like to blame everything that goes wrong with either or both of them on the resorbed third-who-wasn’t, a joke that—surprise!—their mother hates.
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