I'll bossanova with ya.

The moment/movement when you put on your headphones everything changes. I wanted to write here down the list of all the songs I listened to today while walking the streets. Let's try:

Tom Waits—Strange Weather (live)

The Velvet Underground—Oh! Sweet Nuthin'

Pixies—Monkey Gone to Heaven (8/18/90)

The Devastations—Take You Home

The Flaming Lips—Mr. Ambulance Driver

Tuxedomoon—Chinese Mike

The Flaming Lips—Scorpio Sword

Panda Bear—I'm Not

Radiohead—Unravel (Björk Cover)

Tom Waits—Black Wings

Talking Heads—Found A Job

Frank Black (and the Catholics)—Smoke Up

Pixies—Hangwire

Malcolm Middleton—Autumn

That's the exact list. Since just a few minutes have passed, I can still remember the places, buildings, façades and even some faces that passed by (vorbei) while I was listening to each song. And I can especially remember the feeling or sensation (or drive) that some of these songs provoked—or underlined. If you know me (which you do) and you know the songs (which you might), you can have a pretty clear picture of me and my psyche on that moment—except perhaps for the landscape, but that one is for you to recreate.

Now, after this, I do not know how or what exactly to write. The problem is perhaps the tone, as well as the theme. But the tone perhaps more in as much as it concerns who is it reading this, and if I wrote it (or I'm about to write it) for you or not. If that is the case, should I tell you about the beer I am drinking, about the sensation of being under the bridge of the U-Bahn station (should I write the correct name?), about waiting for the Italian classmate, or about the young group of British girls next to us drinking a beer? Or perhaps I should let myself be distracted/directed by the words, from the music I hear now to the one I was listening before, or by the ones in my notebook, in the book I am reading—auf deutsch, or the ones that come to me in French, or the two or three I pronounced today in Spanish—all and all of them with an accent?

Or should I comment on these images, the station, the stairs, the people inside the car, on the roof, walking by? Or should I say the unheimliche sensation, actual and more than real of passing by half known/half remembered places... of having forgotten some letters but meeting them again, of all that is uncanny and that amplifies the sensation of solitude (Einsamkeit) that I always enjoy in this continent (which still makes me more and more want to live here)?

Or should I just say TuxedomoonberlinderhimmelüberberlinanightonmyparentsbedwatchingthewallfallinganeclipseinmexikotheneedfeelingreliefofnotunderstandingwhatforaphilosophyaliteratureapaintingmalermalereidiePlastikthesoundthebookBuchhandlungBuchgeschäftBuchladenthankzeusforthegrosseBuchstabenandnowthelegendarypinkdotsthosenightsoverawallanotherandthedrugsandthewineandthesightandthegirlandwhydoyoudoitlikethislikeithadevermatteredjustthe/agame.agape.

In Mitte. Res.