Travel notes

Like a vertical
small town, an office building
comes slowly awake.

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We travel through fog
in the way that one lives through
time: in a bubble

of permanent present tense,
of absolute here-and-now.

The destination
we know in general terms
(on the one hand Death,

on the other Düsseldorf)
but the details are unknown.

On a clear day we
can see the road ahead, and
think life just the same,

a clearly laid-out path; with
care we can avoid those rocks.

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I'm in pretty good
shape considering that I
only slept three hours.

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Factory ruin,
the name "von Aschenbach" is
oddly apposite:

jobs were globalized to a
factory named "Tadeusz."

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Dinner in the old
town: Wiener Schnitzel, Salat
und Bratkartoffel.

Sometimes I just feel the need
for fat, salt, and a glass of beer.