“It’s only afternoon, there’s a lot ahead …


21 February 2010, 17.13 CET

but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with which to venture forth.”

Central Park, 1952

However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of [Berlin] to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing? Uh huh.

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