Friday, December 6, 2013

"other people's houses

nutella and fresh pasta
sex toys
junk drawers
and the birds chirping incredibly loudly in the overgrown courtyard of our new building"

Each thing that becomes mine is like another bite of the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. It was only two years of it, but I already miss living in fully furnished sublets. I could, like VN, occupy a hotel until the end.


  1. can't believe i drunkenly posted this. ha. ha, ha. were notes that were supposed to scaffold a longer post about how much i now love living in other people's houses, with some racy recollections of living in other people's houses at earlier times in my life

  2. ahhh, not only back in berlin, but also once more living in some other people's house