I just want to want to get out of bed at a "reasonable hour" -- whatever that means. I constantly struggle to remember that I am happiest, busy. And yet my instinct is always to do as little as possible all the time. The red glow of the smoking trailer attached to Berlin's largest palace of hedonism illuminates this paper, as I struggle to enjoy myself, the music, to prove to myself that I actually enjoy this atmosphere, the most popular atmosphere of my new-ish home. The first home I have chosen.

Hello, New Year

Rihanna, circa 1990s

Going to try this blog thang again.  Here's hoping my interest lasts longer this time!