laura’s sister helen took this . . . winter 2020 in berlin

jess and me drinking prosecco at tempelhofer during my first winter in berlin . . . january 2020. i met emel a few days later

laura and me, april 2019

. . . tis true:

lol

last night i was gifted with Cute Little Food and Free Drinks (soda water with bitters) by my friend alina the ukrainian girl, who is the new owner of KROM bar in prenzlauer berg~

i took the U2 to alexanderplatz and had to walk the rest of the way on account of the trams being down for some events going on nearby . . . but it was a beautiful evening out and the sun was setting on the city, which lit the sky ablaze. i was fortunate enough to spy the crescent moon faintly in the sky beside the tv tower on my walk there . . .

i thought once again: “berlin is the greatest city on earth.” sorry! it just is!

I am desperately hoping this ends up working out . . . I miss sweet Gego so much that I can barely stand it . . .

. . . I need him!!!

. . . YET SEE HOW ELASTIC OUR STIFF PREJUDICES GROW WHEN LOVE ONCE COMES TO BEND THEM

i dedicate this to my good friend halifax kate giffin, aka moonshine kate, to whom this song is forever wedded . . . on account of one time a long time ago we got a little twisted at missouri lounge and drove up through the darkness of grizzly peak high above the east bay at 15 mph while blasting this on repeat lol

got a double mention on leila’s twitter today lol

We had been sitting in this crouching manner for some time, when all at once I thought I would open my eyes; for when between sheets, whether by day or by night, and whether asleep or awake, I have a way of always keeping my eyes shut, in order the more to concentrate the snugness of being in bed. Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if, darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part. Upon opening my eyes then, and coming out of my own pleasant and self-created darkness into the imposed and coarse outer gloom of the unilluminated twelve-o’clock-at-night, I experienced a disagreeable revulsion. Nor did I at all object to the hint from Queequeg that perhaps it were best to strike a light, seeing that we were so wide awake; and besides he felt a strong desire to have a few quiet puffs from his Tomahawk. Be it said, that though I had felt such a strong repugnance to his smoking in the bed the night before, yet see how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when love once comes to bend them. For now I liked nothing better than to have Queequeg smoking by me, even in bed, because he seemed to be full of such serene household joy then. I no more felt unduly concerned for the landlord’s policy of insurance. I was only alive to the condensed confidential comfortableness of sharing a pipe and a blanket with a real friend. With our shaggy jackets drawn about our shoulders, we now passed the Tomahawk from one to the other, till slowly there grew over us a blue hanging tester of smoke, illuminated by the flame of the new-lit lamp.

moby-dick of course

ishmael and queequeg’s friendship is one of the cutest and most beautiful things i’ve ever read lol

i always aspire to be that kind of friend

“i was only alive to the condensed confidential comfortableness of sharing a pipe and a blanket with a real friend”

yeah man