Wishy-washy, fishy or: Spending a Saturday in Tuebingen.

Tuebingen was the place where Hölderlin’s melancholia…

…and a good deal of Hegel’s fishy arguments emerged.

OK, I didn’t go just for a pilgrimage to the horrors of my youth. I met exciting modern people there…

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