August 28, 2002
morning in Berlin
Morning in Berlin after one of those nights that doesn't seem to have happened at all. It's like I rolled over once and then it was time to get up.
"Holy sweet g*#damn" I need some coffee right now.
Berlin is orange sunlight dawning on a grid of glass and metal. A church on the horizon with the top chomped off, half-eaten.
There is some Dutch painting we discussed once in Art History in which a small church on the horizon serves to direct the viewer's attention, by means of a steeple, to the glories of heaven above. I wonder if a smokestack belching smoke to heaven above would have the same effect. Maybe we should mate the two: a church with a smokestack rising from its midst to both direct our attention to heaven, and to belch smoke into it, thereby taking care of two things at once.
Posted by Alan at August 28, 2002 04:48 PM