It's Still Life

22.09.23 (Svendborg Denmark to Hamburg Germany)

08:51
He’s starving. Dinner was foofoo, he says. One radish on some green stuff. Apple. Maybe. And pickled rosehips. Says the evening’s still stuck between his teeth.

09:15
Oh yeah, he says, and there was veal steak. Now I’m reassessing this whole starvation story with a squint.

13:14
Driving leaves me punctuating every other thought with Lena. She’s a wandering murmuration in a cloud. I feign hope.

14:07 (Hüsby Germany)
It used to be potatoes and strawberries. It’s solar panels now. Can’t eat solar panels, he says. I watch raindrops prostrate the car’s windshield. It’s raining? he asks. And I’m wondering if that’s a question, and if he really wants an answer. So I make that long mmmmmmm sound – it’s stealthy, under the radar, and open to interpretation. It can even mean I have a headache.

15:06
Germany’s a hermetic lifestyle. No litter on the autobahn. No toilet paper on the floor in public loos, I say. They’re a tidy people. He says, toilets here are a money pit; 1€ to take a wee. Yes, I say, but if you need a wee and poo, it’s only 50 cents for each. Bargain.

16:51 (the hotel)
These are rooms of quiet category. A silent touch of eros in the air. Now is not the time to assume mortality. We’ve checked-in.

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