bluest light

i don't really know what to say today...

last night's hotel was scary. a sunflower inspired bedhead with green and brown bed sheets. there was a salvation army across the street. an itching sensation that lasted all night. there's a channel a bit like men & motors that plays english films on a night time. last night it was bad boys. saturday night it was you've got mail.

saturday's hotel was a lot nicer. van der valk. white walls, blue furniture, white curtains, big white bathroom. a huge toucan stencilled onto the wall... i couldn't sleep that night. i kept waking up and noticing the blueness of the room.

it made me think of berlin. that was one of my most vivid memories of that night. light from outside pouring in through the window and the mesh white curtains. falling on the white walls and the white sheets. falling on your skin. lighting up our faces. that's why i hate it when you turn off number 5.

i'm constantly stopping myself from turning around and pointing to the pretty gardens by the canal. telling you how i prefer the dom to big ben. showing you how the mint smells in the herb garden.

there's a peek & cloppenburg here. the coffee tastes like it did at that bakery near our hotel. there's a park just outside of the city calles julianapark. it's got a lake like the one in berlin.

it all just makes me sad though.

dutch people have big foreheads.