Berlin shows this gray old nasty face today, a foggy frowning face that I hate so much because it shows its bad mood, humbles over my liver, you don't even want to open your window because Berlin would be yawning bad breath into your face and you just don't want you're nose to suffer.

Across the street someone is looking out the window and maybe she thinks the same thing. She's yawning, wearing a black schmarte on her head with little flowers and her dark red sweater squeezes her voluminous flesh into form that she schlepped towards the window, her breasts starring forward onto the street without seeing anything, as they are tightly wrapped in wool. It's one of these cloudy days were the directions of the sky can only be made out by the satellite dishes that are all pointing in one direction. I forgot whether it was south east or north west. In NY I usually carry a compass, because coming out of dark of the subway I never know which direction to go, in Berlin I can live without it. In Berlin I usually stay in my "kiez". oOPs here she is the suns laughter throws an ironic shadow across my thoughts. Sometimes it helps...as if I would have ordered her to brighten my mind and mood/? She is gone again, the clouds are stronger today. I knew it. ...

I will study again now about pearls and beads. The bead as Sisyphus's boulder, the tear running down the cheek of his mountain and plunging into the river of data...