i am in italy and i’m picking up the rental car (i’m the only one who can drive)

drop out of life

with bong in hand

follow the smoke

to the riff-filled land

bethany finally watched fury road . . .

Elina the Estonian Girl and I took the U7 from my neighborhood to Alexanderplatz and then the M2 tram to KROM Bar to see my friend Alina the Ukrainian Girl. As usual, we lent our celebrity to the place, and met a lot of cool people . . .

AND NOW: I have to wake up in two and a half hours to board a flight to Munich and then on to Milan to meet my friends there. Oops!!!

my friend katie wrote this song . . . i think it’s really beautiful

(i included apple music for everyone over the age of 35)

first time calling someone on telegram . . . and of course it was with a russian!!

(anastasia referred to me as a “lone spirit” . . . i don’t know if that was a compliment or not but i liked it anyway lol)

lol i love it when people figure out they can search their own name in the archives

see what i deal with??

A postcard arrived from Belgium that had been got in Italy . . . it was from my old penpal Katrijn. Before I even saw her name, I knew it was her on account of her penmanship is probably the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I remember thinking that when she first sent a letter to my P.O. box in Portland over a decade ago. She was a total stranger who had reached out to me simply because she had something to say and figured I would be the kind of person who felt the same way about life as she did. She was right. And I remember her handwriting was so beautiful I could hardly believe it. We have been good friends ever since.

Anyway . . .

I don’t think she would mind if I quoted the final part of her postcard:

We hope our paths will cross again before this year is over. Our friendship is too precious to be lost to the nightmares that haunt us, now that the world is burning!

Whoa . . .

Well: Katrijn, my old friend! You got nothing to worry about. Our friendship will last until the sun absolutely sets on Time itself. OK?!

I’ll send you and your cute little family a postcard from Italy!!!

in berlin gazing at the same aquarius full moon as my aquarius kind-of fiancée in london

it hit my eye like a big pizza pie, but i’m not sure what you call that

anyway: see you in italy on friday . . .