06. 03. 2022. Disorder by Joy Division randomly plays on my mix, as I stare out of the window at my mum’s house - cracking open a beer, whilst the sun outside sets on the city and another week dissolves. Footage of war and brutality, plays on mute through the TV. I think back to the years I spent in Spain and a Ukrainian girl in my Spanish class. She was cute and we met for coffee and broken Spanish several times, before she eventually returned to Ukraine. But I think of her now, with no way of knowing how she is and I pray she’s okay - as I stare back outside, at the sky and birds - thinking of the bombs dropping elsewhere and how it looks so unfairly beautiful and peaceful here, for now.