Airplanes
Fake coffee, fake cheese, a fake movie on the television monitors. The sun came up deep pink over the Irish Sea, a color I´d never seen before; it vanished and returned hot yellow a moment later. Berlin is not uncomfortably hot this morning, and surprisingly quiet and green, at least in the gay district where I apparently am. On the bus I passed a “Balzac Cafe” and “Idee Cafe.” I had better check them out.
