Now listen to this

"No eternal reward will forgive us now

For wasting the dawn"

February at Hallandsgatan: the psychedelic depths of distant soundscapes, the lingering warmth of today’s lunch at Söderfamiljen, and the absurd hope that all will eventually be just fine.

Today, I had an extra class for the students who failed their second attempt at the statistics exam. Coming in, their dread was palpable; an hour later, they had conquered what they had once thought insurmountable. Moments like that are reason enough.