So I was at a lecture on the sugar and flour mills of medieval and pre-modern Cyprus and I couldn’t stop thinking of candy
I’ve been looking for this song for 13 years.
Sometimes even the darkest days leave you with something to hold.
There ought to be a partition somewhere along the bar.
And there should be a sign on it
And that sign should read
“People who just want to have a fucking drink, THIS WAY
I guess what I could do is drive by all the bars, count the number of couples and hop into the one that has the least.
In the meantime I’ll be talking to cats
I scrape off memories as insignificant
Singing Morrissey’s song as I’m doing it
All the way thinking that in the end
There won’t by any left at all.
Went to the national Archaeological museum after a LONG time.
That is to say
I expected a lot more gold
What drink comes after the rain, on a citrus-scented moonlit night?
Kαι προχωρουσα μεσα στη νυχτα χωρις να γνωριζω κανενα κι’ουτε κανενας με γνωριζε
Whenever someone tells me to watch an old movie I think “Great, let’s see some dead people when they were young”
Στην αρχη λαλω οτι παω γιατι με ενδιαφερει.
Μετα λαλω οτι παω γιατι εννα φκω που σπιτι να δω κανενα πλασμα, να κινηθω.
Στο τελος παω απλα για να καταλυθω.
Οπως πρεπει στο καθε ζωντανο αλλωστε.
Following the research findings of a Japanese research team I asked the cat a question
“Κορη, εσιεις episodic memory?”
I took that as a yes