Journal Entry IV
Did you post witnesses? he said. To report to you on the continuing existence of those places once you’d quit them? That’s crazy. Is it? Where is yesterday? -Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian Memory is something, as Julie pointed out in feedback this week, that shows up in most of my reflections and longer journal entries. This one isn't going to be any different. I'm sitting in the Jetpack Ecolodge in Grunwald, just outside of Berlin. It is Monday morning. I have just said goodbye to Zosia as she headed out to get her taxi to the airport and, though Sophie will be here another day, I feel pretty alone in a way that is both sad and exciting, and she too will leave tomorrow and then I really will be the last one in Berlin. It makes a strange sense: I was the first one of the group in the city, followed by Sophie half a day later, so I should be the last one out. To truly complete the palindrome I should have stayed in Lichtenstein again but I wanted to se