This weekend I got up way too early again to get on the car early as fuck, arrived in Berlin around noon, went to some charity event thing for free cake and food, jumped on a trampoline, went out & saw Mystery Jets – it was rather weird to see them again after such a long time. I didn’t really care about the band but certain music is often connected to certain memories and I felt like I was beamed back 3 years ago.

I walked home barefoot, got falafel from my favourite kebab place, we slept in, watched random TV, ordered lots of delicious sushi that was delivered quickly, watched more silly TV, talked about the universe, evolution and conspiracies. Then I went home again.

I spend so much time in various vehicles that I sometimes ask myself if this is actually worth it. I spend money, don’t sleep and eat unhealthy, I forget about things, keep running away and can’t ever get enough. But I know that I would go crazy if I had to stay in one place without the chance of just letting everything behind and getting out of everything for a while. No matter where to. And even if it’s just for a couple of days.