вторник, 1 марта 2011 г.

Berlin keeps breaking my heart. Again and again and again.

I wake up in the middle of the night surprised to hear Berghain beats in my chest again. I just know there's something more significant than the tiny ever-burning gas light of drugs and alcohol which makes us spend outside another night after night after night.
It just makes sense. If it makes sense in Berlin, it does everywhere else.

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