A Season in the Abyss
Abyss is the watchword for this weekend, it seems. I blame the seasons, or rather the single season of winter which seems to have settled permanently in Berlin. These last six weeks have illustrated exactly why the idea of global warming should leave us all cold: because, according to climatologist predictions , it's only going to warm places that don't need it - e.g. India, South America and Australia - while making Northern Europe and America colder than ever. In the face of unreliable seasonal warmth on the surface of Berlin, people seem to be instinctively retreating and burrowing deeper into the city's party abyss - maybe to search out more steady sources of thermal warmth. (That almost sounds like a metaphor to explain why people move from mainstream to underground culture in the first place.) On Friday, Robot Army Meets Abyss mal @ About Blank. Although I've slated its door staff on, oh, just about every single occasion that I've encountered them...