my life in berlin is a series of habits, is this how a place becomes home? inhabited.

trundling along the cobblestone street in Berlin im hunched under the low zinc sky

inhabiting the unknown as i walk upon the city's veneer

 sharing public space with mobile phone conversations

daily transactions on the street of our cities

we think we choose but we just copy each other

tangled up in the city i live in. what surrounds me creates me.