I had forgotten about the winter

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.

The answer to everything. Doubles as my origin story.

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.