The idea was that if I stayed in a bathrobe, I would garner the necessary raw courage to never get out of bed. Unfortunately, once you make yourself unavailable, demand for one’s presence increases and I found myself padding around the city in the thing. Plus, my mattress is lacking and I have a phobia of mattress shops as, in Berlin, they usually represent the death of something special. With a little luck, the soot of the city will turn the robe black and I’ll be come properly camouflaged as a pile of coal. Then there will only be the birds to worry about.
photo taken at Mitte, May 2013
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