
the thirties - part II was run out by the course of actual events (kind of) and I am caught between presentations, readings, finding ideas and scheduling interviews, and between Los and Vienna which brought me the worst nightmare I had in months. There is an impressive hole in the ceiling of my living room through which one can see the wooden construction of the house – makes me think of Gregor Schneider – and nobody knows where the water is actually pouring in.
But on the pros there are: Halloween costume parties, doppelgaengers – so far I saw about ten people from vienna over here – and taco trucks that do not only serve the best chicken burritos but also infuse places with an almost forgotten mixture of anarchy and democracy. strange but true.
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