I only remembered the trains and stations / but never figured out which exit to take
You might find this quite your type, if seagull counting excites.
There may or may not be an external goal but it doesn’t matter. There is a world where meaning can be chosen and built from scratch, even when it looks the same from the surface. I've chosen and chosen again.
It felt as if I finally had the courage to push the locked door, only to find out the door was not locked. In fact, when walking through the door, it became clear there was no door at all.
