til Amsterdam, again

I hate Philip Dick. The way he weaves uncertainty about our origins, about our reality, about our future into his stories is some of the most haunting stuff of my nightmares brought to life. Today at the zoo I met some kids who helped me find the snakes in the tanks auf Deutsch. Beautiful thing children who are excited that you can talk to them. It's weird going to the zoo by myself without nuggets. Everyone else there has them. Zoos are fascinating. Why don't adults visit them without nuggets in tow? I began this journey in the old country with a Ryan Gosling movie, and now I've seen another. Blade Runner. Does that mean this European adventure is coming to an end? If Philip Dick novels are anything to go by, then everything will go south and maybe I was never really there anyway. One day I'll learn to play the piano properly.