Berlin again. Thursday 5th October 1995.

“The sounds are Asiatic.

And my memory trickles over things before, forgetting the now in a blur.

Blur, blur.

Blah,blah.

There is no concrete thing to anchor, no bass.

I feel empty for a while.

Like an echo. If anyone hits me with their presence.

It echoes only.

Zero inspiration.”

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