Köln

I caught a ride to Cologne

June 11 / Köln

I said,

I caught a ride to Cologne and indeed am not going back to Berlin tonight.

It just was starting to feel bad to me to be there — stagnant, a little depressive — which I didnʼt totally realize until I felt almost euphoric walking through a dark forest in the rain on Friday night, trying to find Cedar’s hotel by foot because I didnʼt want to wait for the bus or pay for a taxi.

I still donʼt know what Iʼm doing here, but I do know that I was kind of at a standstill there — not writing, not learning — and that to go backward would be the wrong thing for the momentum Iʼm trying to build.

If you still feel like sex clubbing without me, Kit Kat Club is open tonight and tomorrow.

But I don’t think theyʼll let you in with your flip flops.

this episode was written...

into	a text
with	Dirk
from	Germany
on	emotion + movement + planning + travel

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which tasted deliciously like feet

June 11 / Köln

~ i wrote ~

And now I’m riding shotgun with (? What preposition goes there?) a guy named Claus who was some part of the prod-

[twelve and a half hours later]

-uction crew for this film Cedar was in Stuttgart to dance in, with Tara the PA in the backseat; we are — were — going to Cologne — we were going to Cologne — now I am in Cologne — the twelve-hour interlude was that Claus and Tara started talking to me and then we got here and I got settled into my little attic room in Claus’ house and then I went for a run in the fanciest graveyard I’ve ever seen and then we had a big delicious piecemeal dinner with his various housemates and an aerial acrobat who is passing through, including something they call hand cheese, which tasted deliciously like feet — and soon I will get into bed and fall asleep to the sound of rain on the eaves.

It turns out that the people sleeping throughout the three floors below know each other because they all do circus. Two of the housemates are jugglers. Claus is really happy working in film, but his first love is clowning.

this episode was written...

into	an email
with	Taonga
from	Germany
on	cityscape + community + food + running + sleep + travel + vocation

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