Sunday, May 26, 2002
catch a bus at seven am to berlin, which never works for me. berlin.
i love seeing films in an unfamiliar language.
i was just talking instant messenger with a friend and now all i can think about is how my house is probably collasping right now. the image of the cats galloping away, like animals fleeing a forest fire. stephen would be at the garden, playing chess with andrew bourne, and would come home later and stand blinking in disbelief at the rubble. i know this is not about prague, but i have reaching the point in travelling where all your dreams are a hodgepodge of old friends and houses you lived in when you were eight.