An appropriate title in more ways than one. I’m giving blogging another go after a rather a long hiatus – and then there’s my novel Luc, which indeed has something to do with resurrection as well. Progress is slow, terribly slow, because . . . well, because writing is painful and difficult, and the more I learn technically, the harder it seems to become. And then there’s this horrid translating I end up doing to earn a bit of money for the usual stuff you earn money for.
I’m currently writing a scene set near the Oberbaum Bridge in Berlin, shown above. Or a fantasy version of said bridge . . .
Here’s how it looked ca. 1900:
Luc asks, where has Borofsky’s Molecule Man gone to? Good question. It was there last week while I was traipsing around in search of the perfect vantage point.