i went to mass at st stephens cathedral this evening to hear the schubert b minor. while the priest was droning on in german, which is a language that i can only use to navigate train stations and buy beer, i began thinking a lot about this last year. somewhere between exhaustion, frustration, and epiphany, i began to cry. the lady sitting to my right handed me a tissue, the lady to the left smiled at me and whispered something in german. they must have thought i was very pious, or guilty, or both.

vienna is very museum-heavy, man. kind of has a brutishly classical industrial feel.

it is raining quite a bit and i am too proud to buy an umbrella.