The light is back. The sun is shining and it’s like a slap in the face, but the warm loving kind of a slap. Strange. As if I’m waking up after a dark winter sleep. Still no job in sight. I keep writing applications for different jobs, I keep my eyes open but still nothing comes up. I think I’m not enough for the jobs I’m applying for. It’s so easy to fall down in the darkness of that hole, sometimes.

So instead I’ve bought myself a thermos and I fill it up with hot spicy tea and take off to the library. I make the excercises/exams that I have left to do… I melt down words with Mogwai, Explosions in the sky and Sigur Rós in my ears, at the library.

I’m actually getting things done and feel a little stronger as the spring draws near. Today everything is just fine and I need to remember this – The good days. The sound of pages being turned, the humming sound that’s beneath the music in my ears. Some kind of intellectual machinery working. And the sun, shining in from the large windows at us people sitting here, reading, creating for the future of ourselves