Jun 21, 2021

Where the wind blows.

You can struggle endlessly for perfection, but the most you will achieve is a perfectly endless struggle. As I tell you this, it is a glorious summer morning. Lovely.


I crossed the continent without any plan at all. I took a couple of buses, I hopped a couple of freight trains, I hitch-hiked and walked. After that I never again wondered why geese migrate, or where the wind blows.




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