juillet

the cats' backs make mountains and the mountains make mountains

all the world is rising up like vomit, filling up my ugly little mouth

Forgive me for Ezra Furman puts it nicely, though the words don't quite fit the picture. Trying to make things make sense in the final days of a wandering project, odd collections of images up at once and not ending up anywhere just yet.

pis' koldt

Helpful phrase from our Danish teacher, guess this is what she meant (or getting there, at least). The snow equivalent of drizzle keeps getting blown away and all the ducks and swans have to congregate in the last little bits of lake left unfrozen.

inside of outside in, outside of inside out

Zaha Hadid, Finn Juhl at Ordrupgaard.

But actually it's a warm kind of cold.

blue blue electric blue

in the city

kicking up snow

When you stay home you miss stuff. Who wouldn't go out in this?

Der Dinge

I have many questions:
Can I live here?
What does it mean that Golden Skans is on the 6music  playlist?
Is this okay?
Is this allowed?
When will it be spring?
What would Ruskin think of bus seat patterns?
Shouldn't I just start watching Breaking Bad?
Ist das Ihr Ding?
Ist das ehr Ding?

Wearing thin the soles of my shoes this time, pockets, sleeves, bag full of tissues.

Museum Der Dinge, Oranienstrasse

GODT NYTÅR

PINK SOUP GREEN JELLY
PREDICT YOUR FUTURE WITH A PIECE OF LEAD
LOOKS LIKE A RIOT SOUNDS LIKE A WARZONE

ain't never enough time