November 5th, 1997

Loose thoughts

Loose thoughts and impressions floating through my head...

I heard from an old friend, Anders, today. it's been positively ages since i talked to him, or at least a couple of months, and it was good to see that he's doing OK. At least I hope he's doing OK, since the mail was real short, but now I know where to find him. Am I worried about him? No, he's the last person on this planet I'd be worried about, he's more on top of things than anyone I know.

My friend Jon wrote me from Holland, a real paper letter, which I almost feel honoured when i get these days. He's in the shit, no money, and they're cutting his student loan, so be basically begged me to send him the 200 crowns I borrowed this summer, and which we'd both forgotten about. That's about 20 quid, or 25 or so bucks, but I don't have it at the moment. Not a good feeling, and I hope he'll be OK until i can get some money, and when I do I'll probably send him some more than that...

And then there's myself, either totally free from any kind of demands, or stuck in a pit with no way to get out, depending on which way you see it. I tend to lean towards the former, though, which is kind of surprising, both for me and the people who know me. I think things will turn soon though, I'll find a job (getting on that a lot more now that I live in the city and can actually get to places that might employ me, and also as I'll need money for food and other banalities). Feeling things that I'm not sure I should or want to feel (see the poem from last night), but I'll be damned if i care, it feels good anyway :).

I need to put something on these walls to get rid of the echoes, but I think I'll have to use dynamite to even get a pin into the concrete on some walls...