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I am quitting my life for something new

/ New York City
i am quitting my life for something new in europe.
the one-way ticket is to copenhagen, but i think i will not stay there.
the hope is to get work under the table if not over (visa?), and looking at the little mermaid statue does not present the kind of learning curve i seek in a professional undertaking.
also it’s starting to be baloney that i’m not proficient in a second language, and danish is probably not the one to invest in.
also i have been cold for fifteen years, more or less, since shortly after the arrival of that great letter from princeton, so probably i will make my way south to somewhere sweatier.
somewhere less prevailingly white.
somewhere that it’s okay for me to have a mustache.

this episode was written...

into the blog
from the US of America
on body hair + employment + language + planning + race + travel

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I have the back row to myself

/ in motion

I said,

Some of this, I am RAPIDLY realizing, is about enslavement to material things 

I took along so little of what I have

And still it is far far far too much 

I have the back row of the upper deck of this seven-hour bus to Berlin to myself, which feel auspicious 

Not even auspicious 

Itʼs just plain good, in real time 

There is WiFi, evidently, and outlets, and I packed multiple sandwiches of Ingaʼs refrigerator dregs and thought to buy extra water, and Iʼm hopeful 

Iʼll make lists, and maybe friends with the sweet boy who, with me, was last to board and is now settled in ahead of me and to the left 

Maybe I will offer him some of my seats, as he only has two while I have five 

It looks like he let his guitar be put with the luggage, though, so I will not ask if he knows any Decemberists 

this episode was written...

into a text
with Jean
from Denmark
on bus + friendship + luck + luggage + materialism + music + picnic + sharing + travel

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watch battery on a sunday

/ Berlin

~ i wrote ~

Where here can I get a new watch battery on a Sunday, when in this Christian god-adhering nation things are all closed?

I’ve begun making my immediately-post-Berlin plans but they’re all wrong, topographically speaking — way, way too much overland shenanigans as I shuttle between Cologne or Stuttgart and back to Berlin again and Cracow and Vienna and/or Prague and Paris, from where I’ll go to Bucharest indefinitely — must cease shenaniganning, find water, and stars, and stay.

My watch stopped yesterday, which for someone who likes to know the time and gravitates toward the analog and lives for unsettling metaphors is almost too much to bear.

this episode was written...

into an email
with Manuel
from Germany
on business + commerce + geography + metaphor + movement + planning + religion + technology + time + travel

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I caught a ride to Cologne

/ 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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