I will share excerpts from my purse notebooks on this blog until I’m tired of it.
November 20th, 2015
Now I am drunk on gin tonics at the hotel bar, where a handsome and charismatic child waits on me. English with comical football accents are overdrunk & becoming increasingly obnoxious in the kind of supplicating rising tones which stay oddly likeable even when they have had too many and are making trouble.
River like a dinosaur’s neck. The half-a-church. Fire stuck to Berlin like feathers on an egg.