Junker

Although you might expect something else, Junker is a young Austrian white wine. Nothing else.
I have just dined exclusively well, I might say. Some beef with vegetables  and noodles, accompanied by two glasses of Junker and followed by a "whitie" which is a brownie with white chocolate. I did all this in my favorite restaurant and had a chat there about Bruno Latour and about Kopenhagen.
I have a fresh haircut and I discussed psychology with an Austrian, a Japanese and a Kosvar this afternoon.
I should be rather happy.
However, I am confused, and I have good reasons for it.
It is the dynamics of life that cannot be beaten by a single Junker or two.
Sadness and darkness on one side, hope and joy on the other side. The tension is sometimes unbearable.
So maybe tonight I will order another Junker and raise my glass to the Bauernbergpark Man.
He is definitely gone.
He is a symbol for me, a symbol of ambivalence, a legend and a sad thing nevertheless. Maybe the statue of Pan on the lower edge of Bauernbergpark is also a statue to him.
I am drifting away, as so often.
Today it is only the fault of the Junker.