i'm dizzy from my ride home in the rain, biking through the wet dark, hardly feeling the barrage of raindrops thanks to my hot pink helmet. i signal a right turn with my gloved hand, following the woman ahead of me. make eye contact with a stranger outside of tivoli in passing. we share smiles, secrets.
i know i've been in copenhagen for too long because i don't mind the rain anymore - if i even notice it - except for the fact that the drops on my glasses dangerously obstruct my vision. it's been raining more often than not since july. i wish it would snow already.
the hardest thing about moving to a new city is that the people you meet - because doubtlessly you will meet people, sooner or later - don't need you like you need them. they need haircuts, vodka, nightclubs, brunch just like you do, but they don't need your company.
thousands of words lose their meaning any given second. i am hung up on describing the connection between the eternal and universal according to the greatest thinker denmark has ever had (and probably will ever have). my preoccupation with danish grammar - correctly positioning adverb in front of helping verb in front of main verb - has wormed its way into english. kan. ikke. tænke. helping verb, adverb, main verb?
classes are over. exams are coming. so is obama. again. i hope they don't close langebro and isolate us from the mainland.