Content Nausea No. 37: Berlin Got Blurry
It feels so effortless to be a stranger, but feeling foreign is such a lonely habit
Welcome to the 37th edition of Content Nausea. You can read No. 36 right here. Please let me know what you think. It’s a new month, so it’s time to make another promise of consistency. This is a promise of consistency. Thank you for being here. Here is the welcome blog.
I’m doing the Time thing again, and I’m really not happy about it. Again, we established my Thoughts On Time back in May in one of the better ones of these that I’ve done, and then I touched on it again the last time I did this two or three weeks ago. I was surprised to see the calendar turn to August, and September elicited the same reaction. I’m not happy about my response to the changes in the calendar, but I guess a global pandemic changes us all in sinister ways. Maybe this is just how it is going to be at the beginning of every month from now on. In that case, I’ll try not to do some version of this newsletter at the beginning of each month.
Last week, I got five or so rolls of film developed, and they cover mid-February through mid-August. That’s quite a six-month slice of time. Looking through the 150 or so photos really provided a glimpse into how I’ve spent my time, which is mostly walking around while looking at the sky and then taking pictures of random things in my apartment while I’m trying to shoot off a roll. (The photo I took of my TV while watching a Joyce Manor video actually turned out really well!).
So here’s a glimpse into my “pandemic diary” of sorts. I already posted it on Instagram (Part 1, Part 2), so sorry if you have already seen this (though not all the photos made it on here because of Substack’s length limit and whatever that I didn’t try too hard to work around). But follow @film_adelphia, where I’ll be posting a couple photos every day as sort of a hobby, or something.
I honestly forgot the planes thing happened. [It led to a good newsletter!]
In New Jersey.
Suburban street art.
ESPO in Northern Liberties.
I have so many photos of this building in various lights, and I cannot remember the context of any of them, which is kind of nice.
We never made it to Trader Joe’s.
Believe this is what you could refer to as ‘on the nose.’ I do not remember where it was.
The aforementioned building in a different light from the day in July that I woke up at 3:30 a.m. and could not fall back asleep, so I went for a walk, watched the sunrise and made a Tumblr.
A Montgomery graveyard.
Druid Hill Park, Baltimore.
Baltimore.
Fin.
Shoutout to Indie Photo Lab for continuing to make my pictures beautiful.
Thank you for reading the 37th edition of Content Nausea. It will get better. Thank you, and see you soon.
Funny how it charms you, that Teutonic frankness
Listen and it arms you with a new type of patience
Maybe it alarms you because it tastes so familiar and wild
French fries, hot dog, ketchup, main ingredients
Swears in flawless English it's the best in town
Funny how a sameness can not be distinguished
Strangeness is relieving when you point it out
—D.G.