How much despair can you fit in a swipe?

Sometimes I imagine the entire world moving together with my swipe, tearing up everything in the process until there’s just a pile of rocks floating in space like it was always to be this way.


Τζιαι οι ζωες χωρις συγκινησεις εχουν τα διλημματα τους

Ας πουμε ποψε ηρτα σπιτι μετα που ποτο. Προσπαθω να αποφασισω αν θα θκιαβασω στο κρεβατι ( new book fresh from the post office ) τιτσιρος, με το σωβρακο, με τη βερμουδα η με το μακρυ παντελονι που εφορησα στην εξοδο.

I get the feeling that the universe decided to piss me off just to for kicks

Lately all the websites I visit splash feet fungus cream ads on my face.

I’m talking big disgusting pictures of ugly feet with stuff on them that may or may not be photoshopped

In my face

It’s not the Agora

It’s the people in it.

Tonight I cannot tolerate laughter

Especially group laughter

A good thing that he indoors bar is deserted.

And the music’s loud

I’ve imagined myself opening a bar and serving a line of cocktails having mouthwash as the special ingredient – each cocktail would be based on a mouthwash flavour with different spirits and aromas mixed in accordingly

Then I remembered that you are not supposed to drink it and the whole fantasy came crushing down.


The sound of the air conditioning unit sounds like a propeller engine. I’ve always found the sound of airplane engines to be time-dilating, the feeling you get when you stare at the seconds hand of a wall clock and it appears to stay still for way longer than a second; a moment trapped in a loop.


My fingers look way too straight tonight. I flip them off one after the other and what I see are cardboard figures angrily trying to make a point


Last night I was sitting next to a group of french people, probably in their early twenties. It quickly became apparent that not all French people speak like in the movies. I think that was the disappointment that broke me – I left soon after


I used to go to bed thinking that I would have interesting and even pleasant dreams. Instead they are so consistently shit and stressful that I’ve decided to watch youtube videos before sleeping, hoping that the two will cancel each other out and leave me in dreamless slumber

Whenever I plunge into memories there’s always the feeling that something’s missing when I come back up

I weigh myself but there’s no differenece

Then I realise that something’s not merely missing but replaced.

What’s missing is part of myself, dissolved in the water

And what’s been added in its place is gunk