A week ago I left my brain in Byron. The week I spent there feels just like an epic dream. I wonder if I'll ever wake up. Snap shots of my last couple of years flash through my scull like an old Chaplin movie. All that sentimental candy floss. Can't believe I'm finally here. Moments. Dancing, twisting and turning. Daydreaming. They say you have to compose yourself before you take the stand. Big day tomorrow. As I'm writing these words I'm chained to a desk at a computer lab at Uni. Puke. I drift off into nowhere. Find myself in an absent state of mind.
Today nothing really seem to matter. Hard work, effort and determination... Again I leave it all for tomorrow. Distractions. A warm and comforting feeling evokes within me as I watch the darkness outside the window transform from shades of grey to majestic silhouettes of pitch black. The outside. So welcoming and teasing. Colours and shadows are playing with my head. They're naming me a dreamy somnambulant zombie. I realise I won't get any further with my assignment. I'm going out. Tonight I will walk the streets and I will search the sky for Batman, stars and dragons.
Tunez: Mental Istid - Ebba Grön
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