September 2011
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in conclusion
From looking back at the “pieces” of my past, I think it is safe to come to the conclusion that I have always had a “faraway mind.”
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all the same, i miss you.
I wrote this when I was 18 or 19 and graduating high school. I always had a problem with “growing up” and I think this was a response to that. It is about losing one’s self when growing older in years. It is about only being able to dream about being free then waking up to a reality of cold coffee and cubicle life - something that I am terrified of. I framed this and gave it to...
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end of summer.
Ok. so this is just for fun - I wrote this at age 15 (10 years ago!) when I was on a sort of rhyming tangent. I don’t care though, because this was one of my most fun poems to date and it is about the end of summer. I guess I was always trying to escape this world through writing.
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#terrifying
From my own experience there are two types of old people in Berlin : the cute ones and the mean ones. Today…I encountered a rare species…the cute/mean kind! #terrifying
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“The fact is that “y’all” is pretty useful, as formal English doesn’t have a...”
– The Economist (via pressley)
EVERYONE listen up!
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“NOBREZA SILENCIOSA. SILENT NOBILITY. It is a mistake to believe that the crucial...”
– ― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
I am reading this right now and it is fantastic…every sentence is so damn rich.
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sea.
My heart is the sea, like my eyes are the sea and my soul belongs to the sea.
I want to bathe in the saltwater and kiss the sand.
My hands want to touch the waves and feel the cold water; slipping and sliding through my fingers.
My head is the sea.
My heart is the sea.
My body is the sea.
I belong to the sea as the sea belongs to me.
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In Motion. A flight.
In motion.
Tegel to Shiphol.
6am in the air. Berlin to Amsterdam. Seat 7E.
Plastic wrapped cakes, plastic wrapped spoons, plastic wrapped earphones.
Plastic wrapped flight.
Bright blue flight attendants with plastic wrapped smiles. Tired eyes.
“Have a great flight” “Hallo” “Hello” “Guten Morgen” “Good Morning”.
Taking off still in the dark, dawn is somewhere beyond the horizon.
“Coffee” “Sugar”...
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“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in...”
– Marcel Proust
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Poland. or the Czech Republic?
Decided I will go to Poland or the Czech Republic for a weekend October 1st - October 3rd because German re-unification day gives us a day off from work. Excited, but in the meantime I am still going to post about Portugal and I have some new Berlin pieces for yall as well.
Poland. Warsaw. ?
or
Czech Republic. Prague. ?
More on why I have a day off - Germany Unity Day via...
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My song for the day care of Jesus and Mary Chains...
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Jet-lagged Heart
This is a poem I wrote in Lisbon. It is about everything or perhaps nothing at all. In the past. - Natalie
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There is a place somewhere inside my heart that only beats for...
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digital escapism, portugal and a digital detox.
September 8, 2011
Dear Internet,
This is hard, but it needs to be said.
Sometimes I feel like my soul is literally being sucked dry by you. Sorry, maybe that is too harsh, but it is how I feel. I appreciate you so much, so do not get me wrong! You are where I go to escape and also where I go to connect with my loved ones and family members that are thousands of miles away - and I love you for...
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WatchBerlin.
“making party” 24/7.
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von trier, melancholia and me.
I woke up on Saturday morning in a kinda daze. I felt like the night before I had been punched in the face, beaten to a pulp and now I was waking up in a kinda hungover stupor that came not after a night of drinking, dancing and general ruckus making — but instead, after watching a movie. A movie that left me feeling suffocated and drained emotionally.
On Friday night, Lorenzo, Nick, another...
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Royksopp - Shores of Easy
My song for the day.
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forget the sun. a retrospective on the summer.
I wrote this last month. my mood about the weather has changed considerably and I think it was a particularly gray day when I wrote this but I still wanted to share it.
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Sunday...
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just found out about this great literature fest.... →
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thoughts.
life is too short to be a douche bag or even a deutsch bag.
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perfect weather weekend.
a tiny, yet significant note:
tonight - lars von trier . tomorrow I will venture to the lake. sunday, mauer park and dachshund races! I am so excited for the weather this weekend!
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“Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You...”
– Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
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thoughts on a bench at midnight.
scribbled on the back of a napkin.
Life is certainly peculiar sometimes.
Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen after midnight while walking alone in a foreign country.
I am lucky. I am certain of it.
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