this morning i was packing, preparing to leave amsterdam. i laid my things on the floor of my friend's apartment and went through them, one by one. i wanted to rid myself of as many as i could.
it has been difficult for me to write lately. partly because days need space for words to creep in. partly that, but partly because across the street, a music store has opened.
a friend of mine once told me of an idea for a newspaper that carried only good news instead of advertising avarice and fomenting fear. headlines like: