Berlin

I saw a concrete apartment flat painted in pastel colors, as if someone had used it as a pallet.
A performance artist I met said: Sometimes when we do a performance, me and my friend just talk shit. Sometimes we don't even talk. He just puts his hand on my face.
I spent a couple of nights at a bar called 'The Times.' It was barely decorated, it had just opened, but there was a dance basement with couches and a disco ball.
I saw a fake ancient gigantic phallus in a museum. A woman was staring at it as if it was a tombstone.
I sat on a bench with two friends at seven in the morning and a strange man offered us breakfast. Then he asked if we had any weed.

Things that happened

My mother organized a surprise party for my father's sixtieth birthday. He didn't understand why he had to hang around in museums and strange cafe's for hours before returning home.
I was asked to be a guardian.
I didn't get my passport in time for my flight.
I got drunk several times, some of which I don't even remember it happening.
I saw 'The Trip' and 'Pina' the last one in 3D. Which didn't annoy me for a change.

Rain

Today I contemplated for a good while about a flattering rain coat and what that would look like. In Holland it rains 70 percent of the time. Even in July. I'm surprised there aren't more stores selling different options of rain gear, that doesn't make you look like a six year old.

Depressed

Yesterday I didn't want to do anything but sleep.
I've been waiting for my visa for a month. There is a chance I have to wait another month. But maybe not.
I miss New York. I didn't know I could miss a place this much, I'm also not sure why. I'm homesick, but the other way around. Then again homesickness is also not the most rational thing.