“Okay,” he said, “everything 90 degrees.” And we became temporary helmsmen, the act of organising one’s knowledge and one’s life to be a 2nd Captain job. Here, the sea is misty, the sea is cold, the sea is snowing, but we aim for 90 degrees, give or take a few, 90 degrees today or tomorrow relative. I missed the pounding on ice, her roommate bouncing before the ice turned sweaty; it’s dangerous but not scary. No, not scary at all, love, we just go, we just go, through broken ice or slippery snow, because the thing is the thing, and let us share this thing that is not ours to keep or own. Six shirts, everything on sale this time of year, let’s get rid of them all or let them go slowly.

Wear journal is now available in Berlin at do you read me?!, Motto and ProQM. In the post, on its way to Boekie Woekie in Amsterdam.