Marcel Winatschek

Back Inside Your Head

Becca left this afternoon and on the U-Bahn home my ears felt like they were about to implode—not from noise but from some spectacular hangover pressure that had apparently been saving itself for the commute. I should probably see a doctor about that. I’ll get around to it when the aspirin stops working.

It was a good week. We stood in KaDeWe gawking at food products I couldn’t identify and probably couldn’t afford. We met Cedric’s girlfriend, who was delightful and aggressively not shy. We did the Tegan and Sara thing. We made the week feel full in a way weeks don’t always manage.

Now the apartment is quiet in a way that feels almost ghostly. Not bad. Just very suddenly empty. Good to have you here, Becca.