It is Sunday, July 5. 2020. I am sitting in my new dorm, listening to
debussy, overlooking my new view. There's three excavators outside,
and some other machinery. This is all very typical for me. Every time
I move somewhere there's something... I suppose there will be a lot of
noise here for the forseable future, and yet, at this very moment, it
is completely quiet. I can hear the birds sing... much better than the
traffic noise that used to keep me up a night.

Overall, this feels like a new beginning; a new chance to get things
right this time.

-lindus