handed up my last two assignments of my university life today. there was no sense of satisfaction or completion, but exhaustion, a white blankness, and a noiseless emptiness. tea and window shopping with friends didn't bring relief.

alone, listening to music now brings me slightly out, paradoxically, into this cold cold world. "when words end, music begins", so said heinrich heine. in spite of this momentary respite, the knowledge that the world hasn't changed, that people continue to doubt each other, that friends are often faithless, that little time is spared for the things that matter, draws me back in, down, down into this spiralling, restless void.