Walking down Kottbusser Damm direction Andec (the one and only Super 8 processor in my neighborhood!) to bring them my last exposed film rolls (Californian desert inside đ I realize I’m transparent! I look into people’s eyes and they don’t look back! Is it the creeping autumn cold that’s coming too soon this year or is it in our collective Berlin genes? Has LA spoiled me? Did I wander around over there with my mood so high that they couldn’t help but HAD to smile back and normally they’d ignore me?
Who cares. I try to sustain my wabisabish state and the laidbackness I brought with me over the seven seas. LA was therapy!
