Berlin Sept 2025

I remember vividly the first time my mother visited me when I lived in Williamsburg.

In general it was a pleasant trip, yet I remember one specific incident when she first entered my apartment.

It was a rather nice modest apartment and I kept it fairly clean.

So I thought

She walked in and dragged her fingers along the table leg concentrating on the supports. Her fingers emerged with a layer of dust.

Berlin

Here I am many years later visiting my son and partner in Berlin. Their apartment is simple yet I rather like it. It is all them. Right now, I am sitting in their flat, the moon is setting over Berlin and a mosquito rings in my ear. We listen to records on his turntable. His artwork is displayed on unused skateboards.

It is kind of perfect.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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