“It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don’t love them anymore.”

The crushingly truthful words of American writer and poet Richard Brautigan (1935-1984), found on the wall of Haider Ackermann’s memoboard.

Brautigan received critical acclaim for his beautiful landmark novel ‘Trout Fishing in America’ (1967), an abstract, elliptical story that some say epitomises the youth movement of the 1960s. He died of a self-inflicted bullet wound to the head in October of 1984. He will be remembered