I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.

moby-dick

today . . .

i met julia at muji in ku’damm, where i bought candles and pencils and soap and notebook paper . . . and julia bought the exact same blanket i have on my couch because she likes it so much

afterwards we took a bus to charlottenburg and walked through antique stores where i saw my father in a painting . . .

and laura and me as porcelain rabbits . . .

and when we parted, julia gave me a birthday present and a very sweet card, which i opened and read when i got home . . .

elina the estonian girl came over a little while later and began writing in her journal in english using a quill . . .

we made pizza and played SILENT HILL 2 and talked about what we’re going to film together later this week . . . which is a secret!!

sister elina has just left to catch the last train home, so now i am running a bath and making tea and burning one of my new muji candles, which smells like a bonfire

i’m planning a big thing . . . it involves the aforementioned filming. maybe it also means i will soon be where you are, provided you live in a densely populated metropolis. whoa! well: i ain’t gonna spoil anything. i guess you’ll just have to wait and see!!!

He had brought with him an ability to see things as funny no matter how bad he felt. Everybody in the circle clapped, and, glancing up, startled, he saw the ring of smiles, everybody’s eyes warm with approval, and the noise of their applause remained with him for quite a period, inside his heart.

clearly or darkly?

ACHTUNG BERLIN!

Word just come down from the mountain that my beloved nephew, Gego the Cat, will be staying with me in my apartment here in Schöneberg this weekend:

Thank God! I was going crazy without Gego. I need him!

FOR THOSE WHO CAME IN LATE:

I have helpfully included a photo of Gego at the top of this post. I specifically chose a photo where

1. my bicep looks huge (in case any cute girl’s are reading . . .)
2. he is clinging to me for dear life because he didn’t want to go to home . . . he loves being here that much!

If you’re in the Berlin area, come on by and see us. It’s warm up here and I have plenty of tea and coffee and incense. I am told Elina will also be here (she texted me at the exact same time as Isabella asking me to help her graduate from college), so you can say hello to her as well.

OK?

George Grosz
1893 Berlin, Germany
1959 Berlin, Germany

Der Liebeskranke
Sick of Love
1916
Oil on canvas
Acquired 1979

George Grosz was regarded as an enfant terrible by Berlin society. He liked to shock onlookers with his attire and powdered face like a death mask, and he called himself “Graf Ehrenfried.” In this painting, the last guest sitting in the Café des Westens in Berlin is the artist himself, surrounded by the utensils of his addiction. In his breast pocket is a gun, which was part of his getup as king of the lowlifes and someone tired of living. The ostentatious decadence of the morbid dandy must have seemed like a slap in the face for the soldiers serving on the front in the war year of 1916. The plunging perspectives, distorted proportions, and caricature-like exaggerations used by Grosz are essential stylistic elements of Expressionism. The dynamic spatial representation also alludes to Futurism, without its enthusiasm for the big city and its faith in technology.

thank’s joe lol