Darkness

I look out the window. It's still dark outside, black almost.

I'm not particularly fond of winter. The only positive thing with winter is that the skin really turns pale. Spring and autumn are my favourite seasons, when the light is bright, but not strong enough to give me a tan. The darkness and cold of winter makes me tired and zombie-like.

I get up at 6 in the morning to get to work and it's all dark, all cold. When I walk to WT Center the streets are all dark and empty. The only sunshine is in my earphones, Marilyn Mansons latest album and the fact that I know that the coffee-machine is waiting for me at the center.

Coffee is also dark. So is Marilyn Manson, and the nice WT technican-uniform.

But there is darkness and there is darkness...

...and sometimes there are stripes of red in it.