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Sat next to a Danish girl on the airplane to Copenhagen. She spent the 7 hours telling me of Copenhagen's near perfection--education, healthcare, architecture, smoking still legal in restaurants, rebellious youth--and demonstrating it for me. Sickeningly beautiful. In a completely natural, healthy, unsexualized kind of way, but all the same. So many women here are sickeningly beautiful. It was because of the Kierkegaard I was reading on the plane that we began talking, and now it is arranged that I'll be staying with her at her apartment when I return to Copenhagen from St Petersburg (I'm flying there tomorrow) in a few weeks. Between attacks of migraines and psychotic episodes, things should seem pretty good.