A vicious circle

Sometimes, the absurd sameness of the way that I react to things discust me. There's a certain pattern that I've followed every time I was upset with/about/because of the same one. And every time it shows royally that it DOESN'T work. At some point, my liver will start screaming, I know it. This isn't a cry for help. Because it's the last time it's happening like this. ever. I'm free now.

About decisions

I've been doing the roommates for a year and a half now and it's going on slowly. Things have changed a lot of times and they have been decisive. For, one thing might be stuck on my head but the results of my work show another one. So I chose this photo from all those I shot of Aggeliki and Fasois. It wasn't even meant to be part of the project. But I think it's the best, the most natural of all. Even though it looks nothing like the others, I think it's one of them.

My dad's best friend

Well, since the last post I've become 23, but there has been no birthday post. March has been shitty and it's been a tradition since last year. I guess what won't kill you makes you older(?). Anyway, my subject today will be my fathers best friend who is 53 years old and appears a pre-teen. I don't mean that he has wonderful genes but that his behavior includes things like jumping in the air several times, calling everyone "my little bug" and believing that everyone is and acts good. He's a great combo with my mom (one that I've always despised since I could lift my right eyebrow). I've always thought he was adorable but that some screw was missing from his head. I was so naive. Because after 23 years of knowing him, only now I've realised that it's just an act. There are many ways of surviving the big bad world, and it's still big and bad even if you live in a rural town. One of them is to play dumb. I would never do that, but recognising that it has offered a caring father and husband and a positively thinking friend, I finally gave into it. After all, we all love "Mr Dinoulis".

We meet only to part

Alright, I cheated because this is the title of a song I really appreciate. I'm going to Berlin tomorrow, bringing my dear camera with me. Even though I'm photographically veeeery tired. Relax and shoot, wouldn't they say? I'll see you in a week

We love this city.

Now that my time here is slowly ending, I'd like to confirm this maybe laughable fact. I love this city. It's the kind of love that you keep for your parents or relatives. If you'd ask me about the negatives of Patras, I'd have a lot to tell. It has no charm whatsoever, it's too small, you can fall on someone you know in any corner of the city (and onto veeery akward situations of any kind). But you can walk freely at night, say hi to the people because you actually know them, go near the shore whenever you want to cry (alone or not), meet your friends in five minutes because you can. I'll never forget here.

Cheap smokes.

Another night turned to day. Once again. The usual guiltiness emerged while she bought early crackers from people who had recently woken up, while going to sleep. She had found herself in a quirky spot. Allergies, morning, no cell phone. And she wanted to share everything with him. The cat's embarassment, the baker's smile, the rising sun's colors on the morning sky. In the end, she decided to share them with the morning crackers, chewing them while slowly going to sleep.

Unfair

If I've learned one thing lately is that when something is about interaction, it can never happen if both people involved don't see things in the same way. And you can't pressure someone to interact with you the way you like, if they don't want to. You'll have to wait and give turns. Even though you like things to happen your way.

 

Early morning story.

These hours are tough, especially when you haven't slept yet. While you're removing your gown and wonder why you ain't sleepy, things about the complications of human relationships come to your mind. Why does every insignificant thing told in such hour looks like it came straight out of a movie? who knows. Directors might. The sky becomes lighter and you look like a damn superhero. And the you take off last night's clothes, you go to sleep and when you wake up again, the extreme dimension is gone and you're a human again. Goodnight. Good Morning.

Dedicated.

To those who've left us. And to the rest that stay.

Glad

Yet another stupid post. Lately, as my student of architecture years are coming to an end, I'm feeling glad. Of the people I've met, of the ones that are my friends, of those who care. When you're in the verge of losing something (yet another sign of growing up, because usually, you learn from things you've already lost) you can appreciate it's value fully. I think that, after many years of useless suffering, I've come to appreciate, once again, the little things that matter. And if they don't distact you from the bigger things you shall fight for, it's a clear win. Goodnight.