Room 701

relexa Waldhotel Schatten

Dreams about militant peace-building, ritual piercing. Mine, navel, was off-center, and I couldn’t dream-decide before waking whether to care.

Last night Cedar and I stayed up excellently late and talked about women being angry. He listened well, and cut my toenails for me, most meaningfully the overthick rhino horn one I have grown afraid of.

I’m going to continue on to anywhere at all instead of back to Berlin. I’ll book tickets to some rural intermediate cities and take three days traveling to Brussels.