Colored leaves everywhere. I walk the dog along the park benches where the Man used to live. Gone. I am facing decisions that I consider important. For whom? The Bauernbergpark Man is gone and the autumn leaves will soon be covered with snow. One day my dog will be gone, another day I will be gone. One day even the park will be gone. Autumn makes me have these thoughts.
However, when I walk the dog in the autumn in Bauernbergpark, I enjoy the cool air and the colors and I hope that the Man is somewhere safe and warm and in a place still as beautiful as the park.
When the autumn is gone, I promise, I will write about philosophy and synthetic biology again. For now, let's stay sentimental and listen to Pink Floyd's Grantchester Meadows one more time...
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