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people in berlin :: sleepyhead

alcohol is an amazing drug... it's legal and accessible, and people drink unhealthy quantities of it when they are trying to do things like dance in clubs. most people throw up or look really stupid when they pass out, but this guy reminded me of a child, maybe because he was so big and tough and curled up into a little ball.

maybe there is something wrong when you are so wasted that you can fall asleep against a gigantic speaker on an uncomfortable dirty clubbing bench covered spilled beer. but somehow he made it seem ok.

his girlfriend and i tried to bunch up someone's expensive jacket and give his head a pillow, but the expensive jacket belonged to another guy who didn't want to be a good samaritan. he snatched it away, but was maybe a little nicer about it since we were two chicks.

i can understand that, though, because hair gel mixed with sweat is really hard to wash off.

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people in berlin :: holbein vision

at this point of the year it should be warmer, not warm so that you can lay on the beach and get a tan, because I'm not pushy like that, but warm enough to ride my bicycle for a few hours without getting frostbite and warm enough to walk around the park without ten layers of clothes. i don't want the sun to get burning-bright hot and wash all the colors out of everything, which never happens here, because i don't want this place to be something that it's not.

but if i am flexible, couldn't the weather be flexible back?

in this state of mind nobody is happy, no matter how well their life is going. the subway is a completely silent, unhappy holding pen of tall, thin, pinched-faced people with no love. the christmas gift jackets have become a little messier, dirtier, and the ugliest colors imaginable and the strangest fashions clash up against each other in a row before your eyes.

i was reading a hans holbein art book, and these images were in my head, because the reality of the world did not present anything as pleasing to the eye. i turned and saw this girl with a mona lisa smile, and i thought, "she looks just like a hans holbein painting!" her parka was scary, her roots were showing on her dyed black hair, and who knows what she was listening to: does it matter?

she was pleased with herself, pleased with the world, not quite smiling but grinning enigmatically in contrast to all the dissatisfaction around her. i like these moments when people look like they are posing for paintings: it's so timeless. it makes you want to drench them with tubes of oil paints.