gravity vortices spinning out from solar-venusian intersection draws me along, trailing, but engaged at high altitude. als kleiner dunkler Punkt vor der Sonne vorbei. a tracer.
after a nice afternoon re-connecting with Simon, listening to a whole slew of new sonic impressions since the last time we crossed paths long around about a decade ago across on the other side of Germany. decades that include the age of The Wall, a mark largely erased from the Berlin landscape. only a quick glimpse down the Unter den Linden to the Brandenburger Tor. can’t see anything, the linden trees obscuring most except the spinning Daimler-Chrysler ikon.
thinking that this place would be a nice landing zone. with energy that is picking up, focusing. but it would also be necessary for it to be a humanely warm place. no solo mio.
Day and night sounds on Goslarer Platz outside Wolfgang’s flat are urban and rural at the same time.