I'm a 30 minute train ride from our apartment and I stick out like a sore thumb. Most likely due to my neck, spinning my head around from side to side. The urban expanse of former GDR cities; for those who never contextually knew them as new or modern, still smack of a powerful ideal. The curbs are longer, the aversion to structural ornamentation is obvious, advertisements are fewer and there is a starkness that I am hesitant to attempt explaining. Especially when a winter sun is thin and angular, buildings and streets like these breed a loneliness that is either in my head or has been present for enough years to claim a powerful social latency in a hall of contrasts.