Saturday, February 16
To Cure the Blemishes of Our Younger-ness
Pictures of my new coat; across the street from our apartment; Bloody Mary, which is literally outside our door and serves bagels and smoothies and wine which I think are my favorite triad of food/drinkstuffs ever, or at least it is the triad that has been longest lasting in my life and has outlasted many other things I thought would last forever, and it has also been the most (emotionally) fortifying--not physically, though, because if you eat/drink only those things you will be like 85 pounds which I do not recommend for a healthy emotional or sexual life--and Bloody Mary is also an art/performance space in the Berlin style, which seems to be cigarettes and candles, which is fine by me; the vista without, our apartment in Berlin. A glance at the predictions for the spring weather here is depressing somewhat, but I have lived for a long time in the Midwest, where light can be scintillating even in January, and also I have come to believe a lot in the benefit of forcing oneself to different climates and conditions, because in my life anyway it has cured some of the blemishes upon my soul, which were wrought I believe in youth and vigor and complacency, because how can one truly become complacent if one is confounded by the weather on the regular? It seems more difficult, at least.
I am happy about this coat.