I had the idea of writing the same dull routine I follow every day as a daily ppst here.
Stuff like “took a shit” or “staring at the ceiling”
Then I found out that someone beat me to it and called it “The dullest blog in the world”
So now my plans are all up in flames.
Right now I can’t even be bothered to walk to the bathroom.
I imagine myself slithering like a snake, going from room to room without moving a single limb
I am becoming increasingly frail.
Reading one more artist’s statement describing the symbolism, allegorical intent, contradiction and meta-meaning inherent in their latest series of paintings/ sculptures / whatever THAT thing is will finish me off.
Witnessing the length that some people go to explain to waiters exactly how they want their steak cooked is a profound experience. In a planet where we have reduced the entirety of several animal species to nothing more than chemical fuel for our continuous existance only so as to slowly turn the place into a barren wasteland such spectacles seem equally pointless and grotesque, like watching someone in hell shopping for shoes while a demon is chewing his feet off.
Whenever I watch salsa dancers do their thing in this country, I am always terrified by their smiles. They look like a combination of one of those horror movie puppets and what one would look like if they were asked to smile by the Joker.
One of the reasons I avoid watching Cypriot films – other than them being almost always incredibly crap – is that I can’t stand the discontinuity of the scenes. Yeah so you are driving in the capital, turn left at the traffic lights and then you are at the beach. Wait. What?! I guess our big-ass directors aim for the Palme d’Or and don’t give a shit about local audiences.
After watching a number of world cinema movies at the annual film festival I crave for the next Mad Max and Terminator films. I guess watching movies about incest, rape, loneliness, incest again, murders, child abandonment and whatever stuff the latest Greek directors call “movies” nowadays is not as rejuvenating as I had thought.
Sometimes I think of skin as chocolate. During such periods the sight of a particular woman – that is the one that is singled out from the crowd – will lead me to the nearest confectionery to get an item of matching cocoa composition
It’s unfortunate that humans can’t switch off for days like machines can.
It would save me the arduous task of going through empty weekends.
Once a week I get a visit from the Deaths
Which is to say, it’s not a single figure but several.
I never count them
There is a Death for every person I know plus a Death for every person I might know plus a Death for every version of myself that might exist.
That’s a lot of Deaths.
It’s not like the room is that big.
I don’t live in a fuckin mansion.
When it gets too crowded some go out to the kitchen and help themselves to the fridge. There’s always some cheese available.
I think they chat between themselves too, though I can never make out what they are saying.
I usually go take a shower at some point and when I return they are gone
Off to the shower then
Whenever I see a shoe worn by a woman I want to take it off
Foot fettish going strong here.
“What can I say? I guess I’m God’s lonely man”
Τουτο το κρυο αερακι που σε αγγιζει στο σβερκο σαν περπατας εξω τις νυχτες του Απριλη
Εν απαλο σαν φιλημα
As a soulless being myself I can detect the absence of one in others with ease, despite the effort they put in to disguise it.