Few beings as sad and dejected - in this status quotidian American kakocracy - as the frustrated audient, wannabe audience member, turned away from a sold-out show. This then was my humbling experience today at the Berlin and Beyond Festival when I arrived a half-hour before the screening of DOWNFALL, with Bruno Ganz in a controversial depiction of the last days of Adolf Hitler. Ganz is one of my favorite actors, but in classic slacker fashion I failed to obtain a ticket in advance and faced the predictable consequences for this negligence. Not the first, and won't be the last time I'm turned away from a capacity theater crowd. Some of the down-est days of my life have involved being so turned away, but this was only a minor self-annoyance.
At least I received the bad news from friends. They were waiting hopelessly in line, but seemed resolved to not getting in themselves. Perhaps I should joined them in an optimistic but likely futile exercise in radical patience. But I did not even finish locking my bike. The sun was setting and with the rain in abeyance it was at last good riding weather.
On route home, I saw an all too common sign of superfluity and excess: an abandoned living room couch cluttering the sidewalk. The graffiti behind it was a poignant but enigmatic scrawl. If I can figure out how to, will link to a picture of this bit of waterlogged ejecta.
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