I want to take my frisbee and harass me and my verdeazzuroblù beach towel and my sunglasses and my Antipodes and put it in my bag blue with golden stars that were out but now they are brownish and the house and locked the door of old wood and old also punched and then put the keys in the bag and then realize that you forgot the phone on the desk is that instead of new wood and clear and bright if a little 'bruised bottom and then realize that it is in fact the phone does not need anything at all and in fact for thousands of years that we humans are descended from apes do we did without, and then down the stairs skipping two steps at a time, smiling for the epiphany-old technology and out of my small condo dirty yellow and full of holes too old and leave the door open to black metal and glass so that dirt thieves are not the day and then overcome the rusty iron gate and run into the street and down the street and around the city aimlessly just so you understand the meaning of the term wander or maybe not understanding but rather to implement it and then experiment or intuit or something but anyway still roam roam and wander into oblivion cement gray and red brick of the city burned by the sun and wet humidity and smog that mingle and merge into a single fluid whose presence can be felt and wander in these huge huge spa or sauna so that roam the city because wandering is what we should do to be happy or at least try to wander in this sea hot and sticky sweat and heat of the sun and then suddenly found myself lying on the grass in the middle of a great park for those with trees and dusty streets of white stone and breeze You may say that heavenly blows even the hottest day of summer and warmer lakes and canals and the geese and squirrels and other animals that usually live in that kind of parks are those that then you can find in London that d 'summer are fresh and bright and happy and colorful, not as the Tiergarten, which looks more like a forest, and inside you can not miss us and in Berlin the night comes early at night and in the midst of the woods I always thought there were going heroin users also yellow dirty and riddled them.
If I walk through the Tiergarten then perhaps we might as well stay home.
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