3:15

Wake-up feel: 6.

Woke at 3:15. The body decided the day was too large for sleep.

Hotel room in Frankfurt (Oder). Narrow. The size of a prison cell. It will do.

Exercises done in the dark. The routine lives in the body now — no space required, no equipment, no light. Head, heart, hands.

Fifteen years of not finding the words. This morning at four in the morning in a room this size, I found one sentence.

It will go on a card. That is enough.

Three things lie ahead today. First: the Amt in Müllrose. Thirty-one years in Germany. Fifteen in one town. This morning I register that I have no fixed address. A tent. A container. The space between what was and whatever comes next.

Then: a letter to Julika. She is eleven. She deserves words on paper, not a message on a screen.

Then: Frankfurt (Oder) Bahnhof at eleven. Sini.

Yesterday she read what I wrote to my children. She responded within the hour. We ran into each other by accident at this same station — both of us in tears, in public.

Today we meet again. This time on purpose.

Flower day until noon. Then the Moon enters Pisces. Leaf day. Dissolution.

The pilgrim goes out.

Day 47 — Phase 7 — Word — Bladder — Onyx — Book of Job
Gut Nisdorf, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Baltic Coast
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