Λατρευω το να καθουνται ζευγαρια γυναικων στα bar stools διπλα μου, να γυριζει η καθε μια 90 μοιρες (ακριβως ομως οι πελλαρες) τζιαι να αρχιζουν τα ψου ψου για 2 ωρες

Λατρευωωωω τοοοο

Αν εμπορουσαν να εβαλλαν τζιαι γυαλινο παραπετασμα μεταξυ μας ηταν να το εκαμναν

Τουλαχιστον αν εφορουσε τζιαι καμια ξωπλατο να πω στ’αναθεμα

There are so many things that art can’t do. It can’t bring the dead back to life, it can’t mend arguments between friends, or cure AIDS, or halt the pace of climate change. All the same, it does have some extraordinary functions, some odd negotiating ability between people, including people who never meet and yet who infiltrate and enrich each other’s lives. It does have a capacity to create intimacy; it does have a way of healing wounds, and better yet of making it apparent that not all wounds need healing and not all scars are ugly.
[…] There is a gentrification that is happening to cities, and there is a gentrification that is happening to the emotions too, with a similarly homogenising, whitening, deadening effect. Amidst the glossiness of late capitalism, we are fed the notion that all difficult feelings – depression, anxiety, loneliness, rage – are simply a consequence of in unsettled chemistry, a problem to be fixed, rather than a response to structural injustice or, on the other hand, to the native texture of embodiment, of doing time in a rented body, with all the attendant grief and frustration that entails.[…] Loneliness is personal, and it is also political. Loneliness is collective; it is a city.

Excerpt from The Lonely City: adventures in the art of being alone by Olivia Laing

….Μια εικοσιδυαχρονη νεαρη με λεπτη αλλα εντονα γαμψη μυτη ηταν προφανως πεπεισμένη οτι ολοι την περνουσαν για Εβραια. Πολυ συντομα, μυτες, βεβαιωσεις και πιστοποιητικά αρχισαν να επικοιζουν τα όνειρα της […]

Βρίσκομαι στη Βαλτική θαλασσα, σ’ενα πλοιο που παρασύρεται απο το ρευμα, χωρις ομως κανεις να ξερει τον προορισμό του ταξιδιου. Οπου και να βρεθώ, οπου και να σταθω, κουβαλαω μαζί μου έναν τεραστιο χαρτοφυλακα με τα χαρτια μου μιας και πρεπει ν’αποδειξω ότι, παρα τη γαμψη μυτη μου δεν είμαι Εβραια. Ξαφνου τα χαρτια μου εξαφανίζονται. ” Είναι οτι πιο σημαντικό εχω στη ζωη μου” ουρλιαζω

Απο το βιβλιο της Charlotte Beradt Τα ονειρα στο Τριτο Ράιχ

I’m sitting in the latest megarestaurant that opened here, gaping at the ceiling.

As ceilings go it’s pretty industrial. There are about eight thick ventilation shafts coming down fron it and an assortment of other tubes which I’m guessing have to do with fire detection and suppression

Thing is, there is something incredibly jarring combining this ceiling with all the wood panels covering everything else,  the ones that supposedly make you believe you are in some grandmas village house in the countryside.

The end result is that the place comes down with an unsettling Truman Show vibe that really doesn’t help the overall experience

Commenting on a food joint’s interior design…another Sunday down the drain

Υπαρχει κατι το εξαιρετικα γελοιο πανω στους Κυπραιους που τουντη περιοδο περιμενουν σε οποιο φαγαδικο κατσουν να εσιει standard το veggie/shrimp/flavoured chemicals burger επειδη “εν νηστειες τωρα”

When I’m bored I try to imagine people from american TV series talking Cypriot, retaining their voice textures and contours

It’s harder than it sounds

In the evenings there is a cool breeze blowing for a couple of hours, from the west.

It’s always on time. And then it stops as suddenly as it comes, leaving the stale humid air that plagues our Summers here.

I wonder if it has a name. If not, we should give it one. Something as graceful as its presence

That pressure cooker feeling

You know?

These additive posts are fun

It’s like I’m playing with the conept of time and perception

You read the post an hour ago, you get a completely different set of thought and emotion triggers than if you read it now

But what is now?

If I keep adding to this post “now” is meaningless for you.

It will only be meaningful if you keep checking up on my blog every half hour

Which you should

Anyway, I think I’ve found the right combination of drinks to subdue loneliness.

Ot maybe just the right amount of alcohol?

Maybe some flavourings do a better job than others?

It would have been much cheaper if did it at home

But I am a social drinker. I drink while pretending to be a member of society

You know?

There should be a word that means exactly this:

“Met girl. Found her beautiful. Found out also that she has a long-term boyfriend”

The word should probably be German.

Tonight’s film at the festival was beautiful. That’s the second beautiful film I’ve watched there.

I doubt I will find a third one though