Maybe I was so latently depressed and somehow heavyhearted this last days, because my last non-relationship with a commitment-phobe unicornman in Berlin didn’t work out well. Again. And his abandonment triggered a very familiar pain in me. As an internet-addict-XXIst-century-urbanite in the deepest coldest, darkest Berliner wintertime, I started sleeping more than usual, smoking more than usual, eating more crapp than usual, and googling shit just as usual; only to end up in a…