Karlstejn

Thinking about hanging out in Plsen with Bernie and Phil made me a bit nostalgic. It was 9 years ago that I lived in Prague. Karlstejn is one of my favourite pieces I wrote while there. Karlstejn 3.8.00 it was the injured grasshopper that finally caught my attention, flanked by a wasp, in the foot path, too late for you, buddy, i said, too late. that and the 72 meter deep castle well. a man poured a cupful of dobra voda down the shaft and we all waited, watched as it finally hit the surface of the water, sparkled for a good 2 minutes. below castle, man fishing from canoe on the river. i’m lazy i don’t take photographs. drunk, too. one pivo and i don’t know where i am. 40 minutes early for the train so i walk around the quiet block that smells of...