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.