I miss my bicycle. The weather’s warming and I will have to find a new one which will probably not actually be new but a Frankenstein’s monster of stolen parts. It will eventually get stolen and dismantled again and thus return to the flea market in the Great Bi-Cycle of Life.

There was a lot of talk last night, over beer: about foods, and death.

Tags: berlin, bicycle, mary shelley, pizza on a bagel, siyo nqoba, stop talking about yourself, ubiquipropriate

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