Whose glimpse?
Someone who surely inspired me changing me (and also faded away, but not quite as fast) wrote me suddenly out of the blue, yesterday after many lives, and somehow I can’t sleep again - which might be a manifestation of several other happenings finding some comfortable space in my troubled mind as well. The fact that I am leaving Berlin for good in a little more than one month, for instance. I had just woken up and had a cup of coffee, late and with a hungover after yet another magical farewell with fellow prison theatre friends and mates, when I sat down to evacuate and came across the innocuous message on technical squabbles.
There are no more books or bookshelves, posters, pictures, records, sound systems or props and crops to be seen at our place. A whole lot is already packed, sold or to sale, given away. The cat has died for almost 3 months now. The garden was just handed over (and already is in danger of mass destruction). All there is left is fear, great excitement, work to finish and some horrible bureaucratic and medical errands.
While I was sitting there giving a literal shit, I thought that an honest attempt to describe the exact moment could be an interesting starting point to resume writing the blog, but then again, some practice is needed. Not sure I am recognizing the last few crumbles. Hopefully I’m getting back to baking soon…
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