dag en!

København 2015! 

this trip is a very emotional, personal, overwrought thing for me. and some other life-stuff has happened recently that's all ultimately very good and positive but was a bit of a stressful psychological clusterfuck to navigate as it happened. being on the plane and actually physically fucking doing it, getting the fuck out of my familiar orb and taking myself on yet another adventure, always has a poignant patina: deep breath, self, here we go... let's get lost. even if it's not okay, you're gonna be okay.

I confess that I cried on the plane, quietly and weirdly, several times- emotional-release kinda crying, not really based on anything sad or negative. I'd like to think I was subtle, but there's no more otherwise-preoccupied gathering of fellow humans than on an airplane anyway. something about rising above the clouds and seeing the clear skies that are always there regardless... I daresay it makes me contemplate my devout atheism. fuck it! 

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a chronological tour thus far:

the loo at Keflavik Airport in Reykjavik. I love European public toilets. the door goes all the way down and all the way up, so you're not distracted by seeing other people. and there's not the bowl of useless water and their flush mechanisms give you humbling options: how much water do I require? I dunno, plumbing is fascinating. it's an evolutionary marvel that we're housebroken at all, really. 

the food court at Kefavlik. everyone walks quickly and wears clunky sensible shoes. I drank a seltzer water with a mystery flavor. 

I like boring photos of random shit. 

the central train station in Copenhagen. 

this is right near where I'm staying (in Vesterbrø). once again, the street art here is fucking sublime. what must Europeans think when they visit Seattle and see shitbarf tags everywhere? or those fucking mailing labels? 'Merica's so base and rinky-dink and we don't even fucking realize it.

I get to sleep here. 

and this is the kitchen. 

outside my temporary lair. 

centuries of wires and rails. 

BEAUTIFUL YARN ALL OVER THE PLACE. 

inside a random pottery store. everything here is as beautiful and austere as I expected. it's almost deflating. fuck, this is their reality all the time. it's not just a myth. 

a wee little half-house on a random side street. 

and a wee little rabbit on a main boulevard. a guy stopped while I took this. "I was making sure it wouldn't run into the street" he said. another woman had stopped also. I love the fact that we were all separately concerned in front of this flatteringly-lit window. the rabbit was nonchalant as fuck. 

it's 310am as I write this. snow is forecast for this weekend.