Amsterdam: western canal ring — to bite into the night

(August 2018)

Jacques Brel sang about Amsterdam: ,,There’s a sailor who eats, Only fish heads and tails, And he’ll show you his teeth, That have rotted too soon, That can haul up the sails, That can swallow the moon.’’ Indeed, this Amsterdam night has even devoured the moon and the stars. It was so dense and taut that I also began to gnaw into the darkness and dread of the port city. Even in the pouring rain and the storm reflecting its flashes in the wet pavements and countless canals.