Berlin is dying
Gaps being filled at a staggering rate, every one of the thousands of apartments as exclusive as the next, premium penthouses promiscuating through the cityspace. Property billboards compete for tenants, enticed for now by shiny new clubs, chandeliers in purple and gloss hanging from majestic ceilings, cocktails over €8, guys in shirts – shirts! – hair slicked back, girls in heels, tits almost too, hen nights, stag nights, gobshite nights, gorged excess, money, money, money, more than sense, laughter with no sense at all, loud, raucous, invasive, erupting in drunken rancour, fights, puke, smashed glass, the smashing sound of progress. It won’t be long till it’s just like anywhere else.