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So I've been studying Economics, Law and French Literature. It's going well I guess.
Started writing again, which is kind of relaxing.
Anything else?
Nah...

Suddenly, he can distinguish the familiar essence of words. They speak out of the screen with the sound of crunchy autumn leaves and the smell of fresh spring sunshine. They feel like the piercing January snow, which burns ungloved hands with the fire of coldness. They smell like morning-flavoured conditioned air and the sound of a crow’s call. They shine out of the damp-coloured darkness with the light of hope. They stand out like a peculiar-shaped purple ink blob on the boring-lined schoolbook. They are happiness.