Simply BIG! The days after Easter I went straight to visit a friend in Berlin.When I dropped they just finished their breakfast - at 5 pm! Our kebabs are way better. I felt like being inside something new, great and absolutely irrelevant. Unimportant universe.
It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant...
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So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
H.S. Thompson
Everything goes. EVERY night there are some parties. Whenever you feel like partying and dancing, there´s a spot where you can find it. Now I know what “after hour” means. This city is sooo electro. Sun-glasses at night. It´s like some kind of yayo-mdma-electronica-dawn-feel good stuff. An apocalyptic enjoy-your-last-day version of being common:
hard-way hippies – no one matters, no one takes care. No promisses. This way is a simple lie.
No! borders! left!
I like the smell of falling rain.
Honestly – I don´t have a clue, how I get through this Pfizer briefing, after two days celebrating one´s own hedonism.
No one of them, no one of us will ever turn 40.
Einfach zu krass…
Consider this as a prologue for my "Generation: Generation" magnum opus...
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