And herein follows a gallery; photos I took of Berlin on my many long walks, photos of some of my work, photos of the amazing people I had adventures with...And a whole lot of nonsense.
I miss crossing from West to East every morning on my way to Eden Studios.
I miss seeing people drinking beer at 10am.
I miss swords, and masks, and rituals.
I miss hearing German on the train.
I miss the murals.
I miss the Spree.
I miss the cobbles.
I miss the long brunches and Mauerpark.
I miss the cold war towers.
I miss the drifting.
I miss the lamposts.
I miss the Green man wearing a hat at street crossings.
I miss narrowly missing trams and bikes.
I miss getting home at 5am and congratulating myself for having an early night.
I miss turning up to a party where I didn't know anyone, and joining the other guests in drawing on the wall.
I miss sharing dreams.
I miss the gay bar with the pink, furry walls.
I miss the painting of Lemmy from Motorhead as an octopus in that rock pub in Kreuzberg.
I miss falling off the meditation stools.
I miss burning my paintings in Viktoria Park.
I miss nearly missing my flight home.
I miss the strange-familiar, the mad-chilled out, the ugly-beautiful Berlin.
And now I'm full.