uprooted

from the homeland to deutschland

a change is gonna come

The new year is soon upon us! and now that Christmas is over, and now that we’ve all survived the Mayan apocalypse, and now that I’ve polished off the last bit of bourbon and egg nog…
I suppose it’s time to come to terms with the fact that I have left Berlin.
It’s official. It’s over. I’m not going back. 

…Fuck. 

No, no. Wait. It’s good. I’m happy to be moving forward and on to this new adventure. And while I don’t know quite yet what it holds for me—as though one could ever know what exactly the future holds for them—I move forward with dumb confidence and the support of my friends and family. And that’s a lot. Or it’s enough. And enough is… well, in the words of Goldilocks, it’s just right. 

I’m off to Chicago this time! Where a new job and a new man and some new/old friends wait for me in a new city ready to rip me a new one. Cheers to that. 

And cheers to this! It’s just like Robert Burns wrote in 1788: 

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

Or, you know, whatever. (Fucking Scots.) Happy New Year!

I’ll be discontinuing uprooted, as I’m back in the homeland, but if you’re still curious about what I’m up to, you can follow me on my new blog: love your solitude & try to sing out

Seattle Art Museum, elles

Modern aesthetics is crippled by its dependence upon the concept of ‘beauty.’ As if art were ‘about’ beauty —as science is ‘about’ truth!

— Susan Sontag (1933-2004)

— James Joyce, Ulysses

— James Joyce, Ulysses

(Source: nevver)