An alarm clock. A snooze. Again and again. It becomes a never-ending loop. At some point I started wondering how was it possible that last winter I had been waking up at around 5 a.m. and then I hadn’t needed extra 2 hours to get up from bed. Was that a miracle or what?! God bless Rás2 for playing every single morning Wolves in the night so I had been immediately up… how I miss it recently in those dark mornings! And for now 8 a.m. is enough, I promise, it doesn’t have to be earlier. On one hand, darkness in Iceland doesn’t allow me to get out of bed and lately I realised why some bands will forever and ever explore in their lyrics the subject of sleep and dreams. On the other hand, it creates perfect conditions to befriend some new bands. Like it happened in the dimness…

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