Small rooms with large people
I had a sense at first as if I had been taken hostage, no clothes, no makeup, no shoes, nothing of me in the room while the personalities were large and stark in their spareness – no time for niceties, when I asked for panties in Budapest, the woman asked sternly, “string?” – there is no cushion between the ideal, the real, and the idyll – where am I? sitting in a small room with large people – I’m wondering if I will be able to breathe – and then I go for a walk alone, dwarfed by towering trees (Linden) and down a path that is covered with pinestraw and in the coolness of the morning solitude, I realize I am present and can go back in the room.