i work alone on lenaustrasse. is it dangerous to be without a tribe or herd. do natures rules apply in the city?

what s next?  it takes discipline to  prevent a tailspin of fear, and calmly check the windows and doors of opportunity until the hurricane passes

i peer over the fence. fresh territory to dig. wheeling into the mud i realise i dont have a plan.

travel catapults us into fresh territory that reawakens the senses

let the invisible lines that connect us in a city strain taut. play an urban melody. emphasize our interdependence. go out of your way.

things go wrong. things get set right. delight in the people and places on the way.

dont get me wrong we need facts. but i yearn for something outside of thoughts and thinking. a direct experience with the world that cant be reduced to a mean set of facts.

 i remember my brother out there on the surface of mars. i recalibrate my importance here on the streets of berlin.

my inner compass whirls. someone else won something. fools gold is magnetic too. happily, my direction forward is sharpened.

a tarot death to that part of me that says; now, now, now. i become grave digger for television trained impatience. i empty out a bucket-load of ad breaks and fast edits. i swing my empty head up in a pagan salute to the sun.