Berlin is filled with evenings spent gliding on slick icy sidewalks, post-dusk, when the sun has faded away. The city glows and shimmers while vampiric bodies move weightlessly floating on unsteady ground.
Skin, a sponge of its chosen dwelling, absorbs libations of the night becoming backlit red. Even fuzzy warm, more often then not I could feel the cold try to slip inside the zipper of my coat as I attempted the impossible: to resist.
— Posted from my iPhone