#attic flat

Farid's talent as a painter and overboarding creativity got him a scholarship for Britechester's prestigious art study course. And it even enabled him to use his saved money for his own small attic flat in the old town. Not far from campus at all, so he can walk there or go by bike everyday. At least, that's what he used to do. It's been some time since they set foot on university ground, but they're trying their best not to talk about it. After all, how could they possibly explain to someone else what they cannot even fully explain to themselves? Nobody would understand anyways. Maybe it's the pressure, the struggle to meet deadlines or something else? Whatever may be the reason for his problems, Farid's more and more unsure if this path was right for him in the first place. Has he even got enough talent? Inspiration comes and goes, often strikes in the middle of the night out of all times (much to his downstairs neighbour Theo's regret...), but there are weeks when he feels unable to do a single brush stroke, and then, he feels he does not even have a distinguished style! And don't they also have a lot of other interests they could spend their time and life with? Maybe they should try something completely different! Why should they actually settle on one specific path so soon? While these thoughts keep plagueing Farid day and night, he usually just hides his worries from his friends and his neighbors behind a grin and a joke. In fact, most of the time he really seems like the most cheerful and carefree person around, like someone nothing could rob of their confidence and good humour, and he never fails to put a smile on the face of his neighbours when he meets them in the hallway (well, except for Theo Fairley, but that's a different story). And sometimes he can almost convince himself, that everything's fine actually. Sometimes, in another sleepless night, when the music's loud enough and he doesn't run out of distractions. But for how long can they go on like this?