~ 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.