This city prints over itself, but memory doesn't. Every scarf holds a version of Berlin that will never exist again.
We stop for the same reason, whatever catches our eye. The neon graffiti. The Wohnungssuche poster. The club flyer layered over yesterday's protest. The feeling that beneath every surface lies another story, and beneath that, another still. The ghost of the last thing still showing through.
Before those stories disappear, Berliney preserves them.
This is the city, worn.
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