talking to nina yesterday turned longer than expected. she was excited by the nasjonalt havressurssenter. jumped at the idea, and considered skipping her skolemuseum project to do this one instead. she does have energy! talking to her is the spark that kindles the flame in my chest. a small flame rises. very tender. can be extinguished by the smallest breath of air. the challenge is to find a way of nursing the flame, making it grow strong enough to withstand the icy winds and cold showers from admin. surely that’s not how it should be? shouldn’t the leaders of the programme be the ones to build the walls against wind, give us sun and just enough rain to make us prosper and grow into sturdy, healthy flowers? (swaping elemental metaphors for biological ones…)