Shawn Huelle

some kind of attempt

That the street straight ahead of me goes up a hill a bit and ends in stairs. That the middle-aged woman who works downstairs in the Italian restaurant pretty much only wears running clothes. That I can see at least five different types of paving stone. That I can see but not hear running water. That the bell on the clock on the Bürgerheim rings every fifteen minutes. That more pedestrians pass my window than bicycles. That more bicycles pass my window than cars. That I have no idea what kind of tree that is. That every night around eleven, I listen to the people downstairs chain their outdoor furniture up.