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For four weeks now, this terrible grief. It takes up residence in my throat, is heavy, slides into the sweet solar plexus where self-belief resides. Crushes back my breathing. Gives me the tired. It makes ...read more
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Jeez, America, stop shooting each other. At least in Australia we only drown refugee babies, jail children, beat young Indigenous men to death in jail cells with phone books. I am thinking today of the ...read more
"The wind was rising, so I went to the wood. It lies south of the city, a mile from my home: a narrow, nameless fragment of beechwood, topping a shallow hill. I walked there, following ...read more
Berlin children are adorable when it rains. I came upon a flock of them, holding hands in pairs and stopped dead at a cobbled intersection wearing bright and varied rainslicks and little hoods. In the ...read more
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It's 3am now in New York but when we landed in Berlin, it was 7 o'clock on a sunny Sunday morning. It is colder. I am tired. My first time arriving in Berlin from the ...read more
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The film poster that has Godzilla tearing up great chunks of the city and eating alive New York City should have been a giant Pacman, I think. For technology has eaten New York. And not ...read more
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Some of the friends I made in New York four years ago are so precious to me that I have been saying their names aloud as I walk about my apartment and then smiling and ...read more
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Giggling to myself at what seems a very typical Berlin expatriate conversation I just passed. American accent. Eight uses of "I/my" within two sentences. One "I need to find," one "animation," one "my Dad." Everywanna's ...read more
On Sunday in the midst of strife I had a most wonderful day. Met an acquaintance who wanted something from me, and we walked into a foreign land so familiar that I fell into my ...read more