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.

Fuck'em

Summertime...

and the living is easy. Back from the camping trip, on a short break before the second island of the summer and few hours away from a timeless event, I'm lazying out on the couch, thinking about the year that's coming. Soon, the conversations are gonna shift from eternal summer loves, cocktails, the gym, swimming and beauté to elections, famine, revolts, employment, decisions. We're already past the middle of the summer but we're not saying "hello winter yet". I can't help but sense that the big things are yet to come. For now, lazying out in couches and chaise-longues seems the right thing to do to recharge for the long year that's coming...

Cross my heart and kiss my elbow

I'm writing right now with a hint of salt in my hair, relaxed and mostly sane. The days that are coming are crucial. Tomorrow and, even more, the day after tomorrow. Please, don't let me be ashamed of my hometown...

Silence

There was, once upon a time, in an officially bankrupt land, a girl. She didn't wear a red hood to hide her face. But she wanted to take a ride with some friends in the city she lived in. She wanted to drink a damn beer. But the city didn't seem to appreciate the idea. It has empty and uncanny. The streets were cold and dead and she wondered where they could find a harbour. After more cold and soul-searching and cigarette-searching they found a place they used to hang out in the past. Everything felt familiar. From the greek version of Glühwein to the metal tables and the same faces. Everything looked alright. But then she went out on the street and a wild fear took her over. She knew she was part of the generation without future but that was too sudden, too hasty, too hard. The hard wind blew on her face. And she was alone in the city. A good way to cool her mind. She was definitely buying pasta tomorrow. And then she went back home...

Right, still not bankrupt. Not officially. But she would still buy pasta tomorrow.

A different kind of carnival

The way we say it in Greece...

"It's raining in the poor neighbourhood, it's raining in my heart too". Yesterday's been a bleak day

Nonsense post

p.s. I just started the roommates project. Not with sucess. But it's a good start

When fighting for your future looks merrier than Christmas

Yesterday night, the demonstration about the toll in the electric bill was magic. The public lights were all shut for two hours and people were coming in the dark with candles. And they were many.

I'm bored of people moaning nowadays

As I thought before, even without Internet I still had books. And goods ones, to keep me company. But recently, every glossy publication I try to read seems to moan and groan about the lost limos, nouvelle cuisine meals and hilton stayovers because of the crisis. And everybody from the upper class (or the wannabe upper class) feel their share of guilt for the money they were throwing away. I'm sorry, I feel no share of guilt at all. And I've never used a limo to be able to miss it. I might have eaten nouvelle cuisine, but that wasn't my everyday food, so I won't miss it either. But I think these people, trying to "repent" for the sins of a life of luxury are like Marie Antoinette right now. You can't cry and weep and try to seem strong because you can't eat brioche when everybody else can't eat bread. And everyone remembers what happened to Marie Antoinette...

The World Is Going Crazy Part II

...It's going down. They're going down in a way that's bad for our brain cells. We've heard it all today. Come on, gimme more.

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