September
I didn’t realize how long ago 1951 really was until I recently bought a book from that year. It looks grumpy and complains whenever I touch it.
There’s a bench right next to the main police station in Hamburg Nord that’s so pristine that I honestly doubt anyone’s ever sat on it. Even the rain avoids it.
My petty fantasy is making an album where I rap about all my unrelatable problems, and then subjecting Kanye West to it for a couple of years everywhere he goes. See how he likes it.
There's this lobby downtown that doesn't turn off its lights or escalators at night. They just frantically run all night, like some carnival for corporate ghosts. Sometimes I take a peek to see if they're still going.
A bit of candor on my way out of a sushi place. Nobody said anything about taking a photo!