Draw around a bit, think about Goethe and Newton and the relationship between freedom and patience.
And I remember a feeling I had when I was standing on the platform at a station waiting for a local train to take us from the station, which we reached by bus, to the town where our grammar school was.
Instead of the train I was expecting, a freight train came roaring through the station. I clearly remember the smell of iron and asbestos, and the wind that whipped up my long, thick hair. I also remember the shiver that ran down my spine at that moment – loneliness.
And yet yes, at that moment there was such a feeling of freedom.
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