A crackling, stream-of-consciousness field recording from Berlin: hot yoga and long painting vigils, collage-streets, turmeric smog, strudel laments, techno pulse, loneliness, and the half-mad ardor of the artistic life. From the Gospel of Thomas to pulp-sidewalk reveries, Jedidiah wrestles with desire, discipline, and the dream of California across an empire of yellow-red signage and storm-ridden skies. A poetic dispatch of breath, bodies, neon, women, and the inner riot of becoming. Beat poetry meets urban mysticism. Berlin, yoga, painting, travel, art life.