Don’t worry, it’s not too serious. Just a photo a day and a quick couple sentences. You know, for posterity! Maybe time won’t feel like the event-horizon of a black hole sucking us all in at ever increasing speed, if only I remember to take one picture a day, just one, until 2023. Original? No way. But this isn’t really for you; it’s for me.
Last night was lowkey, kind of like last year’s, and the year before that. Come to think of it, New Years hasn’t been that crazy since _______ saw me ________ _________ and _________ at _________’s house. But we won’t get into that. Last night Vici and I were invited to a friend’s to take part in a four-course meal, ogle over some newly birthed babies in the friend group, and just overall not worry about any New Years pressure or hype. We decided to make some Beef Wellington, cause that’s just the vibe right now. Tons of wellington vids on foodtok and foodtube lately. Was worth it, too. Really turned out nicely.
Played a couple German board games I never heard of, got blasted off the table even though everyone was playing in English, for my benefit, and at the end of the night rode a couple E-scooters home over some historic yet troubling cobblestone streets. That’s the funny thing about these western European cities: the historic and meaningful architecture and old-timey streets, being belligerently, and relentlessly, assaulted with bodily fluids for centuries. One generation after the next. Same building, same street: new piss, new E-scooter induced vomit. You know those ancient cave paintings of the handprints, the ones that seem to reach out through time so we may touch fingertips with our most primordial ancestors? This is kinda like that. A vomitous commune with the degenerates of enlightenment’s past. Be careful now; when you look into your own puke puddle on the old-town streets of Mainz, you may be surprised who looks back.
Anyway we made it home just fine, cruising through the rest of the city’s nightcrawler inhabitants, some letting off fireworks, some just walking around.
My New Years resolutions this year are kind of stacked: lose about 15-20 pounds, finish a manuscript of my novel before my birthday (June 30), and an overall improvement of time-management. Well, I’m currently writing this at 3:45 am (morning of Jan 02), and woke up at like 12:30 pm earlier today even though I set my alarm for 9 am. Even on day one, I’m beginning to suspect that intense focus and writing for untold hours, or the discipline required to stop eating like a midwest town’s average sink garbage-disposal, are all but nothing compared to the monumental task of waking up at 7 am and having the whole day planned. Only time will tell.
See you tomorrow, friends.
Nick
Nick Denardi 