fluffing clouds, warming breeze

i feel as if in a fatih akin movie, and am not sure whether in a good way.




am all moved in and kind of sorted, and kind of what now
day one was insane
movers, cleaners, repairmen, all sorts of ppl popping up;
then suddenly they all went away and i spent two days sorting through chaos.
and tiptoeing round the area
in a state of blur
where i keep thinking hey there's a nice place, and here a nice spot, there another one (but i go home soon, right. right?)



i live above a strip joint,
and round the corner on my left there's a promenade of turkish shops, supermarkets, bakeries, you name it.
and right a full on hipster scene
like kreuzberg, but then again not

i start work on tuesday
and fly home in a fortnite.