(from when I was in Berlin)

(from koepi)

(from flickr)

(from forward youth)

(from portland indymedia)

Last night, I dreampt of the most beautiful squat. I watched the crusty guy step out of a shuttered building and open up the storefront with a metal pole. Then he uncovered every window, going higher and higher to the 3rd and 4th stories. There were folks leaning out the windows, yelling to one another. There was a dolphin on the 2nd floor and papercraft spilling out of the building in all sorts of colors.

Yesterday was my kind-of lst day of work, for Albert at least. I've got a shift on tuesday and that's the end. I bet I start liking New York a lot more without the hell-schedule.