smoking

inaugural euro poop

@lieffaxelrachelbank

Bispebjerg

took my inaugural european poop by skylight in a room that is also itself a shower stall. the airbnb host purports by profile to speak english and hindi (no danish, i guess), and we haven’t met but i believe him. i took a fitful nap on sheets that smelled like maybe they hadn’t been prewashed for me per se but who cares?? it’s inevitably cleaner by volume than the airliner seat that was my last place of rest and fully reclined, too. whoever’s room it usually is is a smoker, i’m sure, and reads books with titles like FINANCE FOR NON-FINANCIAL MANAGERS. later i wandered the brickyard and took this photograph of a mirror in some ivy under a window from which spilled music i once was regularly acquainted with, back when i almost had an indian mother in law.

gifted a lighter

I now possess the generous dregs of a Tokai lighter, which was gifted to me by some women whom I sat near in the amphitheater above Freetown Christiania sort of because they looked ethnic — Indian? One polished and blown out, the other messier, pimply, frizzy tight curls, zaftig, gorgeous — and therefore — I assumed — racist! — right? — cool, and sort of because there was a healthy, suitable-for-sitting space between them and the next folks and eventually asked for a light for my spliff.
You need a lighter, the beautiful, voluptuous, un-orchestrated one said, and I said, I arrived yesterday.
Welcome to Denmark, then, she said, handing it to me in a no-takebacks-type way, and I said, A welcome-to-Denmark gift! Thank you.
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