you're almost gone

i haven't updated this in a while because a. i have finals b. denmark has suddenly become the warmest, sunniest place in the world and i spend a lot of time lying on the grass in parks, wondering where i am. people stop me and ask if i speak english. we resent the tourists; you don't deserve this sun if you haven't lived through the long, cold, dark where the streets were all danish scurrying from one candle to another. the tourists are on vacation, where it is always like this. the danes are bouncing around ecstatic, disbelieving, grateful. everyone in the country is outside.

last weekend i missed pete doherty, who did manage to pull himself together enough to come to copenhagen, but i don't really regret it. i went biking on bornholm. it's probably the prettiest place in denmark, because it should actually be in sweden or germany--a country with rocky cliffs and winding hills, sheep, yaks!, caves. it's known for round chuches and herring. we biked for hours in the wind and the uphill, and then we got to a smokehouse and ian said, "let's eat like champions," and we did. i'm always tired, and i wonder what's wrong with me, and then i fall asleep stoned and tipsy on a ferry at 2, wake up at 6 and at 9 start to bike 70 kilometers, and i can't help being impressed by what my body can do.

i'm leaving saturday. when i come back to fly out, i won't have my cell phone, or my bike, or my bedroom. i'm not really able to understand this.