astute perceptions

So, As I walked out of the U-Bahn station at Konigsallee, I noticed this girl walking in front of me. She seemed well dressed from behind. Leather jacket. A hand bag and a tote. Denim shirt. Black jeans. And then I noticed it. Maybe she's coming back from a sleepover at her friend's house or her boyfriend's. Explains the tote. Her jeans were torn right at the butt-crack. She kept walking ahead of me. It was the same route so I followed trying not to look at that spot on the jeans. Okay I did sneak in a look or two. But only to be sure that it the jeans was torn. I wasn't looking, you know. She kept walking ahead and then it occurred to me. I wasn't sure, but I had a very strong feeling that what i was thinking was the case. She was walking ahead of me. She took the turn I expected her to take. And entered the building I expected her to enter. I caught up with her in the lift. Should I tell her? Nah, none of my business. She turned and said, &#

It was about five weeks before Portfolio Night that I head about it first. Where, I don't quite remember. I had just graduated from Miami Ad School Europe's Hamburg base-school and was in the middle of emailing recruiters and deciding upon my next possible career-destination. I was on vacation in Florence, Italy visiting a friend. The idea of vacation had come from the great Neil French, who believed that whenever things get slow, fast or rough, do what any sensible man (person?) would do - take a vacation ('Sorry for the Lobsters', read it before long). In my case it was the former - waiting for agencies and CDs to respond to job applications, wait for approvals to come in, and the regular delays (chiefly because advertising decision-makers are very often being super-busy dudes) - there was plenty of time to kill. And it's a great idea to replace the endless finger tapping by just visiting a new part of the world.  Let me briefly explain what Portfolio Night

Life gave us everything. It gave us mountains and seas. Rivers and cliffs. Volcanos and glaciers. Birds and bees. Animals and plants. Winter and summer. Spring and fall. Tastes. Smells. Textures. Curiosity. Vision. Exploration. Emotions. Relationships. Reactions. Bonding. Family. Friendships. Differences. Similarities. Communication. Beings. Behaviors. Science and hope. Reason and instinct. Vision and imagination. Magic and invention.  One can never starve from the views in the world in his lifetime. See all the beauty there is to see. Have smelled all the smells. Heard every imaginable sound. Touched all the textures. Tasted all the tastes. Explored all there is to explore.  Selflessly, it gave and it gave. Except when it fucked us up.  For it's own selfishness, it made procreation our purpose of being. Hardwired it in every walk of life.  And this undeniable, insatiable need for another in our lives sucked the fun out of everything.