At 3 pm today, my brain insisted that the only thought it would emit from now on took the shape of “Bweeeeeeeeeeeep”. This was naturally the best state of mind to go searching for a park I had seen maybe twice from different subways. It had all started so innocently.
A look through a window at Berlin Westkreuz.
For once, Berlin wasn’t cold and I was overdressed.
Silver shimmer on the wall.
I didn’t want to go home after meeting a friend. Looking for that park seemed such an excellent idea. I was convinced I knew where it was. So I went where I assumed it would be.
Trees, but no park. Or no entrance to the park.
One of many doors.
Bülowstraße subway station and I have no idea how I ended up there.
It’s very pretty in its Berlin art deco way.
Very tiny moon.
Taking a different road home after a bus ride during which I could only blankly stare at people.
I risked my life for this tree.
Clouds. The clouds of Berlin.
That cloud is dirty, I thought.
I think I spent a few hours in my crocodile brain today. Bweeeeeeeeeeeep.
(Avoid being sleep deprived. Take naps. Take care.)