every day I understand a little more
why some people choose to build instead of just study.
timing, responsibility, and momentum
teach you things no classroom can
once they become yours.
maybe my role was never to wake anyone up
maybe it was just to recognize who was already walking with me
Someone stole the saddle of my bike today.
Not the bike. Just the saddle.
It’s a small thing.
But somehow it feels like a very precise metaphor for the German economy right now.
Nothing dramatic.
Everything still works.
Just small parts quietly disappearing.
being single never scared me.
building a life in the wrong direction did.
I think that’s the difference.
Berlin has no shortage of beautiful men.
one of my exes was easily one of them.
somewhere around forty, I realised I’m no longer looking for the most beautiful man in town. I’m looking for someone wise enough to grow a world together with me.
attraction fades fast.
shared direction doesn’t.
if I don’t feel there’s going to be a real connection,
I’d rather not start one at all
and just continue enjoying my life as it is.
when open relationships are used to fill what’s missing,
the emotional connection often moves outside the relationship.
the sexuality moves outside the relationship.
and what remains starts to feel less like a relationship
and more like flatmates or travel companions.
I’m not against open relationships.
my past relationships were technically open too.
but I’ve come to believe they work best when two people are already emotionally, spiritually, and sexually deeply connected
and simply want to widen their world together.
people sometimes tell me I should set more realistic expectations for Berlin.
but I’m not chasing a fantasy.
I’m looking for something I already know exists.
I’ve lived that relationship before.
twice.
there has to be at least one man out there
wise enough to recognize
what I was in his life.
An old-fashioned Korean company asked me for reference videos for a one-day Messe job.
Most of my references involve naked boys.
Or dancers.
Or cats.
Not sure that’s what they meant.
Should I sell my soul for one day?
I mean… it’s a thousand euros for a day. 🤷🏻♂️
Tempting.
Morning discipline. 🏋🏻️♂️
Different gravity. 🚿
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The body remembers movement
even before the mind wakes up.
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Byunggyu
@sirenito.bsky.social
Near Nollendorfkiez, Berlin
July '25
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Hi everyone 👋🏼
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