“If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be in whack.” — Dr. Seuss
Berlin streets were certainly whacked this past weekend. Erratic energy, vibrant costumes, bloodied lovers–we caught the moments on film, before the monsters retreated to their caverns for the long, Berlin winter’s night.
The eyes of a stranger, luring you deeper into the partying streets.
Until suddenly, reality is flung upon its head.
You look around, realizing the temperature’s changed. Ghouls giggle. You’re feeling reckless.
You descend into the depths with the other Berlin sinners.
And find the jungle lurking in the underground.
The nightmare is only beginning.
Bludgeoned, pink-hat-wearing, hip with the Swedish styles–the underground is teeming with intrigue.
And consultation with a higher power.
In Berlin, we worship a different sort of god.
A selfish, lonely god.
Who relishes the night.
And as the night proceeds to early morning…
And our friends turn to foes…
And the nightmare dribbles into November…
We’re reminded that we have nothing but each other, till death do us part.
