this morning i woke up in edinburgh near the castle there and took a train to galashiels to be fitted for a leather jacket, then immediately headed back to edinburgh. i killed time at the cameo picturehouse . . . i saw that new wes anderson movie. at sundown i shotgunned an americano in the cameo cafe and hopped on another train at waverley station. now i’m in a small town called dundee by the river tay, about an hour’s ride north of edinburgh. i’m staying with my friend cara ellison and her husband and two cats. i am exhausted. in the last week i’ve been to madrid and london and now all these places in scotland. i’ve done so much talking i’m losing my voice. i fly back to berlin tomorrow at four . . . and once home i will not speak a single word, not even to myself, but will instead take a hot bath and do a mud mask and get stoned and write about my journey because of course i will, you cowards!!