You’re riding the escalator to the Sbahn platform. Your friend is a step above you. You’re chatting back and forth. Almost at the crest, a young man shoves aggressively past you on the left causing a momentary awkward bottleneck for everybody at the top … Continue reading Pushed


Macht nichts

There’s an older lady who likes to say hi to Haku. She lives down the street from us. I’ll make a point to wave up at her if she’s out on her balcony when we’re walking by her building, or we’ll stop to chat a bit if our paths cross. It’s been a little while …
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The unlikely comfort of rhythms

When viewed from just a few steps remove, the tedium of daily experience takes on a profoundly absurd quality. Everything, from the everyday little dramas on the one hand to the yawning abyss of the Unknown on the other—I can see the absurdity in it, can see the absurdity in myself and my emotions. And at the same time I feel everything reduced to this very specific and, at times, visceral point—I’m grieving … Continue reading The unlikely comfort of rhythms

Die Gentrifizierung: a city always changing

My first real conversation on the topic happened to unfold at a Goa party. It was my first summer in Berlin and my German was woefully lacking, so I was at the mercy of those few sweet hippies who could accommodate in English. Having described to one guy the relief I felt in coming to Berlin after the economic brutalities of San Francisco, he countered that a similar creature was growing within Berlin, though he floundered, trying to summon the English word for it, offering instead, “… die Gentrifizierung??” Continue reading Die Gentrifizierung: a city always changing