What follows is a field-recorded stream-of-consciousness poem: erotic, comic, lonely, alive. It drifts between jazz, ambient sound, and philosophical reflection, capturing the strange pulse of Berlin at midday — a library full of wanderers, dreamers, and sonic archaeologists.

This is part essay, part hallucination, part documentary of perception itself — a Beatnik sound collage for the modern flâneur.

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