Hello!

I'm new-ish to Berlin. I'm a creative type with an unplanned career and I am happy. I travel a lot. I've got dear friends all over the world. I want to learn how to fly planes, cat whispering, and the German language. German, out of the three, is the only thing I am currently learning.

My luscious locks. And my subtlety.

Anton Chekhov, Timothy Findley, Michael Ondaatje, Cormac McCarthy, Joseph Heller, David Bezmozgis. Ursula Le Guin's The Dispossessed. Non-fiction stuff on the history of the Soviet Union. Ikea catalogues. Cooking magazines. Whatever's lying around.
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Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Werner Herzog, Hayao Miyazaki, Sofia Coppola, the Coen brothers. Lars von Trier. Le déclin de l'empire américain & Les invasions barbares, because don't you want that when you're old? Soviet and German war movies. The Lord of the Rings. Disco Pigs, Blue Valentine, The Edukators, Dagen Zonder Lief, because they're real in my own reality.
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Junior Boys, Burial, Fever Ray, St. Vincent. My life objective is to become Bjork's backup singer. Damien Rice was my first love. ROBYN!
Also: Tchaikovsky, Shostakovich, Prokofiev.
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Game of Thrones.

Changing seasons.
Aviation.
Coffee.
Capability.
Free time.
Good people.

"I still didn’t feel like eating with the others. It is in our relations with other people that we gain a sense of ourselves; it’s that, pretty much, that makes relations with other people unbearable."

I don't get jazz.

Like, at all.

You promise never to wear an argyle sweater in front of me.
But let's talk about something else.