April 11th

I stop by something on my left. Maybe it’s for electricity? It’s become a host for stickers and a flyer for an art festival. ‘Art Alarm’, it’s called. 

It’s a perfect table. I pull out a Schönbuch Bräu and the bottle opener that I bought around the corner where there is really good falafel (which by the way, falafel is amazing, I’ve never had it before). I wish I could open a bottle like all the Germans, but I never really had beer growing up.

And I’ve never been able to learn from a German. 
This plaza looks familiar. Or it feels familiar. Maybe it’s instinctual, the feeling of being so small orbiting something so big. I wonder if planets feel insignificant.

I had a dream about someone in love with a scientist. He said that electrons are special because they can be in two places at the same time. I think that’s so cool. I think I would rather be an electron than the sun.

Jack would think electrons are cool too.  

I wish he could be an electron so he could come say hi. 

It’s getting late now. You can have the rest of my beer, I don’t think it’s really for me. 

Let me know how you like it sometime.