Berlin, December 5, 1995

Dreaming into the day: East up the hill in my mind, the landscape seems almost untouched, just a black stripe of tar cutting through brown earth and green grass, were sometimes a car is penetrating the silence as a proof of modern technology and the burden of mankind. Sometimes beer cans and pieces of glass are shimmering in the morning light and the shadows of the stones are so big that you really start to doubt their real existence and relationship to their owners. Even my own shadow was so large that he could have worn my 6 yard Miami trash gown and it still would have been slightly short. So it was wandering behind me like a simple threat of coexistence, in the beginning overgrowing and slowly getting smaller until finally it disappeared, unfortunately he took the warming sun with him and now I am cold. Shadows are so weird they follow you during the mornings and in the summer during the evenings as if they are getting paid, they are those beautiful nice weather friends that disappear, when its getting hot and the sun is right above you burning without mercy or when it's rainy they just leave completely. How nice would it be if you could hide under your own shadow, if they would be with you like these raincoats or sun umbrellas. Anyway. You cannot really count on them because they are so dependent on light. And they can't be very bright either? What do you think? There is no water here in the flat but it's a sunny day so I go for breakfast around the corner and then start working as long as there's sun in my studio.