The *uckenings 45

I went to the park today and I saw a statue which had been there ever since I went to do my rounds there. Today I went past him and realized he had a ffp2 mask on. The best point-on comedy I've seen in a while.

Yesterday on my way home I got caught up in a demonstration while trying to make the curfew. Me and all my food purchases, on top a green salad sticking out of my bag, got stuck in the middle of Berlin unable to find a vehicle of public transportation to take us home until about midnight. I was temped to ask a police officer to point me the way home. It’s madness and everyone tries to find someone to blame for their misery. It’s become a nation of pointing fingers. Well, you all should have listened to your dad and studied medicine.

Apart from all that I accidentally smashed a whole bottle of good wine trying to open it. What a feeling of loss that was. The pain was real and immediate. Just as it was unnecessary and irrelevant - although it did piss me off for a minute. It’s a big deal to clean up one litre of red wine off a wooden floor. Needless to say, the vegetarian bolognese I made afterwards turned out perfect.

Australia is on another lock down and Switzerland is opening up everything at this point. Everyone I talk to is leading a different life right now but to find the essence of our connection is making us feel ever so close. I love it.

Where we going is all so meaningless but where we stand and how we listen and understand each other takes priority. The depth of loneliness, sadness and loss is just as big as the depth of connectedness and love. I feel for my friends all around the planet. And even though I cannot give them a hug or set a date on when to take them into my arms, the friendships strengthen by the week. I have been alone for some time now and I’ve started talking to my basil plant. The Bloody Maries have been getting stronger and the general patience thinner. I acknowledge.

I started turning off the tv after watching the 6am news and am using it as a clothes wrack at this point.

I'm so lonely, I made eye contact with a rat the other day. Looking at almost a year of writing weekly blogs, I'm thinking about all the useless information I have learned and passed on to you.

Did you know you could order a Kawasaki on wish? And how come this add came up on my timeline?

Once again, I am left with more questions than answers. I’d like to be faster, but I don’t feel like piking up speed. And so I will live another week deeply caught up in an everlasting, emotional hangover. And in case you are reading this: I deeply miss you Miss Rambo.