Tonight the ever-burning artificial orange sun that presides over Kunstpark Ost has a friend. A real moon, and just as orange, with a wisp of cloud slicing across it (alluringly) has joined it on the Munich horizon. As in "Un Chien Andalou" I see the barber observe this wisp of cloud and then reenact its motion on a woman's eyeball with his razor.
The whole world is orange.
I have practically nothing with me in this bag here. Leave it all behind and bum off life for a while, I say--make a bet on that winning personality of yours.
Now on the train: 5 others in a small, hot compartment, 3 beds to a side stacked verticaly. 2 Germans and 3 Americans doing the surface-skim thing. One, who has just graduated from UCLA, said he got really bored of Munich during the four days he spent there.."one day too long." Have resisted buddying up to anyone. I came alone, not to make friends, since I have those already, but to get to know myself better. Okay, of course no miraculous self-revelation is going to occur here, but you know what I mean. Sometimes you just need some R&R with #1.
Posted by Alan at August 24, 2002 12:03 PM