the night is pure, mellow, unloaded.

Yesterday, at midnight, when the bohemian cafe closed, I found myself outside Rosenthalerplatz, Berlin Mitte, the wind sharpening my nose. Its first breeze instantly flushed all Computer droppings out of my head into the street, into the night and persuaded me forcefully to find my way home.
Freedom! The night screamed, and I hopped on my bike with my laptop chained to the front basket, as if it’s my life that I am handling in that little aluminum thing.

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