Dilation

I packed almost 9 years of #berlin life into 7 boxes, 3 backpacks, and 2 luggages. But how do you pack the non-material things, the grey miserable winters alleviated by spontaneous coffee dates and cat cradles, the hilltop view over Mauerpark on dusky evenings, the staggered walk home after a house party, carrying a headache that continues to pulse with party music and lively conversations. And the people? How do you condense the people, the votive flames that keep the temple of my heart lit. How do you keep the light burning on memories? Of their idiosyncrasies, their hopes and dreams, of the moments together when time briefly dilates, like when we sat around the table folding dumplings or laid by the lake to look up at the blue sky as the blackbirds sang?

Over the next few days, I suspect I’ll process these feelings more, perhaps give a better shape to them; it’s not quite like love, not quite like sadness, but something more infinite.