Maggi
Berlin got buried in snow for a few days and I basically gave up on being a functional person. Spent the whole weekend with Jenny watching DVDs, fucking, and eating—noodles with Maggi, cake, potato gratin, cereal, Turkish bread, ham, back to noodles. The kind of time-blurred day where you stop looking at a clock and wonder if your stomach actually has a physical limit.
If I explode tomorrow, remember me as some rebellious hero with long curly hair. Actually, promise you’ll do that.