Berlin

book by Bea Setton

Marginalia and reflections gathered through multiple readings—what captured my attention, what accumulated meaning, what warranted revisiting.

I was caught up in what Germans call a Kopfkino

Berlin by Bea Setton

But souls are not recast with a change of decor. Of course I'd always known this, everyone does, but to live it again and again in each new city and flat, to perform varieties of the same exhausting choreography only to find myself in the same spot, hating myself in the mirror, was draining me of the last reserves of self-respect I had left.