‘the organic warmth of the animal side of life’

woken by instrumentals ghost-connected to bluetooth speakers at pink-lilac dawn

woken each early morn by whips of el poniente, the wind from the west

back ‘home’ the swans are dying

🅂🅃🅁🅄🄲🅃🅄🅁🄰🄻 🄹🄴🄽🄶🄰

my most toxic trait is giving uninvited critical opinions of food

freezing mist at place of departure vs. palms against clear bright of destination: never been so early for a flight

historically it was, of c., colder. last year I think I missed the (brief) freeze. so grateful for warm indoors x

RF -10° for this eleventh winter in Berlin, you don't want to know how many layers I am wearing

On the UBahn back from BER, an Arabic girl points at the red, black and green sticker on the window and says gently to her sister, Palestine

the high collective anxiety of the last full working week of the year

contrary to my thought this autumn that ginkgos don't really exist in Berlin, noticed the little yellow fans underfoot, bright after my meeting, on Knaackstr.

☕🔥🥰

winter hack: one pressed cardamom clove, 1/3 stick cinnamon, one dot coconut oil infused in black coffee

Can you believe I've been buying pomegranates on Maybachufer for a decade

exigeante

before travelling back to LDN I feel its anxious arm lurch towards me

I associate purple plums with la rentrée

keep in mind: ocean at eyeline

Everything after Fanny

the transformation of sadness and depression into courage, letting go, and right action

distant thunder in early morning, heard in half-awake state as the beginnings of air strikes in response to the depravity of Merz within Europe

high potential for transference with movement instructors because of endorphins released via class

the home language of illness (a slip for ‘English’) needs to leave my body, too

falling peony petals reading each a copy of Recognition by Andrea Brady given by Lizzie

the chef is beginning his preparations

Maxis, ”Berlin hört nicht auf, zu Ende zu gehen.” (2025) @weakanalogy.bsky.social // me on Berlin’s perpetual over-ness (2019)

surround-sound hum of May Day Berlin from fifth-floor desk: circling helicopter, live trumpet, raucous kids, ripples of laughter-chatter, chirping birds, bass speakers, siren swirl

fine fingernail moon to coincide with my rejuvenation

🤍