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