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On the market I bought a tiny chopping block made from olive wood. It's dense and silky and only a little larger than my spread hand. I was about to hand over the money when more
An hour ago I made friends with two Israeli dudes selling Vietnamese knives on a drearily dripping, cheerily lighted Berlin market. It is so warming and cozy to wander under damp vinyl awnings and it more
like lamps
Just now walking down the street the most miraculous small experience. It's growing dark and the shop windows glow like lamps. I came out of a side street full of bars and cafes onto a more
a novel filled with good advice
The place I've sublet has a shelf of Joanna Trollope novels and I've just reread two of them. It's so interesting learning all the signs she uses to indicate class. In the gentry, rudeness indicates more
hipsteroid rage
The problem of hipsters. Nobody is one, yet everyone complains about them. It's a bit like environmental damage: everybody thinks someone else needs to change. I am listening to the couple at the next table more
eros unregulated
On New Year's Eve after a quiet dinner party at the home of a Romanian artist & Swedish poet, I climbed the round hill that gives Kreuzberg its name: cross mountain. In the dark it more
cafe dating
First date in a cafe. "They always play such excellent jazz here," he is saying. "Try the cakes, they're always good." "Right," the girl says lightly. He has over-ordered, wanting to induct her into his more
pink for the body, blue for the sky
chapter xi: the window does not trap what it views At the wilderness fundraiser we are third from the top, through no merit of our own. We are a last-minute substitution, they’ve bought tickets expecting more
je dis, elle dit, edit
I feel widowed. I am winnowing. Dancing through this manuscript one last time with my tiny stave ~ of ink ~ finding out the hollow places where the old log gives ~ and pressing down more