I could write a book, once again. But there's no need. Hard earned money fits my tranquility right now. Good night to all of you.


Growing up?

I'm 25 now. And when I think that I was 19 when I started this blog, I have mixed feelings. Since then, I've moved to another town (an island, even), finished architecture school and started an Msc, had a tremendous love life (in both senses), and of course, some things remain. Like my friends and my beliefs, and I'm very glad about that. But there's one thing that has been troubling me which ain't recent at all. In the end, are we growing up or down? I've had a moment of clarity yesterday (as I recently do when hung over) where I've realized that, in my case, it's probably down.

Experience ain't always a good thing, I tell you. At least it isn't, if it's accompanied by assimilation. You are exposed to something, you reject it, and then it happens again and slowly it's part of what you accept. STOP IT WHILE IT'S STILL EASY. Otherwise you'll end up, as your parents predicted, following their steps. Or worse.

A birthday can always be a day for reflection. Who have I been and what have I done for the last x years? Have the last ones been better than the previous? If not it might be time for change.

Beware honeybunnies. If I wrote this post yesterday it would be a cream-and-roses- filled delirious and a little bit dangerous romance. But let's use experience to avoid trouble for once.



Confused and...confused

I'm turning 25 soon and I've never been more confused in my life. But let's start from the beginning of it all.

Syros is getting warmer and pleasant. One thing I definitely hate in islands (and now, I can say it from experience)is the cold epoch. I mean, snow tempest on an island? It's definitely awful. And when the weather gets pleasant enough to walk around with one (or two) light cardigans, you can't expect but hope for the best.

What now? Hell, why? Who knows.

We'll see.



I can't sleep lately.

I'm one little step away from creating poetry (not in the literal way).

Planning all my steps.

The world might not be enough sometimes...


Did it again

It's been a long time, hasn't it? I can share the news with you.
a. I can finally write a post on my cellphone (which is what I'm doing right now!).
B. I'm having exams (after two years) and that's tough.
c. I ve learned nothing from the past, it seems...
D. We're having a new government in Greece.

Many things are happening. But noone can predict what will be going on in two months....


Goodbye 2015, goodbye Luxembourg! It's been nice

I'm leaving Luxembourg in an hour and I can only say that this visit was what I needed to calm down and think things through. The snow, calm streets, and boredom around here are a blessing. Our family friends also. It's been fun, and filling and a good rest for the days that will follow.

One thing I've done around here is a bizarre sort of pilgrimage. I've recognized recently that I have an obsession with parts of my past, one that can be moving but also bothering, one that can't let you move on with your life at times. Take Luxembourg for instance; once I haven't come for a long time, I start dreaming about it. So, I'm trying to send away the tigers with what I know how to express my feelings best with: photography. I've followed a path that I loved to take and took photos on the way. And here is the series Kirchberg.

It's the start of a project I've named back road (though I think I might change it's name). It's very personal, for a change. And it will probably have a continuation. Because there are many tigers to send away. Plus, the memory that needs to be nurtured, based on, created from, killed. All of those in the same time. Ain't that wonderful.
Ps. My foul mood of the last month has greatly changed here. But, as a dearest friend says, problems don't magically disappear. You need to work on them. And I'm in the mood for that.


Shiny looks, empty contents

Christmas is the period where everyone tends to be a little showy. Shiny outfits, glamorous situations, cozy homes, perfect families, the best photo under the mistletoe. Even if you won't be able to spend the rest of the month, the turkey shall always decorate the table. And in the end, there's nothing more dreadful than the family table, full of people who are trying too much, who are exhausted from their everyday lives, who don't even want to be with each other, having useless fights.

I'm being quite the antisocial lately, I know. But if you get beyond all that showiness, you can arrive to things that really matter. Like, who is really close to you, who you can have meaningful relationships with and what makes you calm, what are the reasons for you to carry on.

I'm in the country where I grew up and I feel calm and collected. And preparing for what comes next...

Happy holidays everyone.


Perfect day, perfect relationship, perfect ideals and other bullshit

Ho ho hooo everyone. After stuffing my stomach with multi-culti delicacies (and not bothering to photograph the exotic christmas table once again), I've sobered up and thought about this.

Lately, I've been doing something I didn't use to. Which is, envying others. Not in a bad way for others, just for me. And, while thinking that what other people have is perfect, you just throw your own inferiority complex to the pits.

But that's just a pile of bollocks. Every of those "perfect" things that we perceive comes from an endless struggle with yourself AND the people around you. So, what do we really envy? A ghost of reality?

I'm too tired to go on. Maybe another time. For now, the song is for you...


You're not the only one

I wonder how much the crisis affected people's self-esteem. Not being able to find a job is rough. Not getting paid is rough. But those are the obvious causes of malaise.

What about human relationships in general? When you've put misery in the daily order and every morning you wake up afraid, what could ever happen to your self-esteem? Plus, everything seems shallow. Because depth needs time and time needs a set mind.

My generation is alternating between fear, fugue and shallowness. It's tough to feel that you got no future and even the most convinced of all cannot but be affected. In times like these simple-seeming things like friendship, love and near-future seem difficult and scary.

I've been a victim of that. And you know what's the worse? you feel like you're the only one on earth who feels like this. You're not. And this is the first key to get out of the misery and into anger. 'cause a whole generation is the victim of massive depression.