Dear sweet friend,
I’ve been visiting my partners in Berlin and collecting, as I always do. Fieldwork.
Early one morning on the street, I cried to Dennis — about everything, really – and after some time, a white-haired woman opened her window. She leaned out and offered a peace sign with two fingers. As she smiled softly, a cat circled around my feet. In the past month, I’ve encountered two aggressively friendly cats out and about. How nice!
Findings and other soft records:
Birds recorded from our apartment’s balcony during the day. That night, they got rowdy. I woke up in a panic, pulled from the steady air of my CPAP, convinced a woman was being attacked in the courtyard. I knocked on the bedroom door and asked if we should help her. The boys said in unison, “It’s the birds." The next day, the bells rang for the pope – for what seemed like hours.
Have you ever asked someone to oil the chicken?
For you: that’s all you get. :P
Love!
—scotty