Late summer, September, can be quite the delight!
Oh my, say her eyes. Oh my, say mine.
...a wonderful weekend. A kick-ass Modest Mouse concert on Thursday night with Niels and Julian, crowned by sex on the balcony in the late cool air.
There is something in routine alone that is the essence of love.
I understand more than enough to convey to Thomas that the woman is frankly zany.
The walls are pulsing.
P.S. To a certain someone who is reading this blog: shhhhh... Your mouth is a tomb, remember?
I got to finally confess my desire to be a vampire (the clothes! living for ever! sexy neck bites!). Jennifer was disgusted. "Besides," she reminds us, "I'm a vegetarian."
There are moments when my relationship to music is like of a teen boy sneaking peeks at the porno mags.
Martin is right: I have neglected to talk of the parties, games nights, food fests and book group dinners that have normalized my life here in Berlin.
Of my own departure, now these many months later, I will say that it was never my intention to stay.