PsychischBahn

I challenge you to, at some point on this entire trip, from here to Istanbul, take a few moments for a few days to practice a bit of mindfulness regarding memories. We are currently in a place that most of us have never been, yet any spot in Berlin, big or small, can hold a small memory we thought was lost.
This is important to me//has taken a while for me to flesh out because it’s taken my own memory mindfulness to create. I have a lot of repressed memories–a lot of my childhood is absent. For some, remembering is the reconstruction of past selves, ghostly layers we can superimpose upon ourselves. For others, it’s a source of pain, a visceral rush of a completely inexplicable feeling that transports us elsewhere, all in the context of a big, beautiful, old, confusing city.
I challenge you to trace the faint impressions that return to you as you, for example, sit on a bench in Kreuzberg, or stand on the U7, or walk by the canal. Look out for the things that wash up, and jot them down.
When you are ready, sit down with your notebook and your computer and put them up, and then accept the ride it offers you. Take a trip through your own Psychic Self, in this dear Psychic City.

I know it’s overdue and I know there’s a chance that nobody will do it, but you can count on me to do so.

We carry inside ourselves more than we know at any given moment. We carry inside ourselves liminal tunnels to places unknown to anyone else. Can you crawl through them?