“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”
-Kurt Vonnegut
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“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”
-Kurt Vonnegut
Αφηρημένες σκέψεις εν ώρα διαβάσματος
Αν για κάθε θερμίδα που παίρνω τρώγοντας σοκολάτα, μου αντιστοιχούσε κάποιο κέρδος (εκτός από το κέρδος που σου αποφέρει η εκστατική απόλαυση που σου αφήνει όταν λιώνει πάνω στο πισω μέρος της γλώσσας σου), θα αγόραζα όλα τα εισιτήρια, για ολα τα μέσα -πλοία, αεροπλάνα, τρένα-, για όλες τις πιθανές διαδρομές που θα μπορούσα να κάνω στον κόσμο κρατώντας το χέρι σου.
Στο Ψυχικό
Αιώνια θα περπατώ τούτο τον δρόμο που πάντοτε οδηγεί στη σιωπηρή αγκαλιά της μάνας. Εκείνη την αγκαλιά που ήχο από το στόμα δεν βγάζει αλλά κραυγάζει σώμα, ψυχή. Τα χέρια φωνάζουν απελπησία κι εγώ φεύγω. Όμως είναι μονόδρομος ο δρόμος για το σπίτι και η νύχτα κρύα.
My bestest lil thing
I wish I could write confident columns. I think it's one of my goals; to achieve having the confidence that can lead to inspiring confident writing. As a bookworm, I always admired how writers inspire and motivate me. People are not perfect and so I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to face my problems. I don't think I am ready now and because of that, sometimes I get the funny feeling I should run. Run away and only listen to music and read books all day long for a month. Sometimes human interactions make you feel insecure, but that is only because you don't get much time with yourself. It's important to be alone sometimes even if you don't really realise that it's essential. About today, I forgot to mention that it's not that I force myself not to express my thoughts. What happens is that I don't really want to. Well, I do.. but not to you and that's why I am here writing this post. I sometimes need to talk, to write. The reason I don't speak about those thoughts is because I don't need somebody to know, I need myself to know. I don't really get myself sometimes and this helps a lot. So writing to me, to my own blog is something that I have decided is crucial for my confidence. And if I run away tomorrow, you should be happy, glad and hopefully, motivated to live your life differently. But if I return, you can love me even more than you did before because I will be ready to face today. Today is all I can promise. And every time I leave - your house, the bar, our meeting-, know that I am running away to meet myself, my thoughts through the books I read, through the music I listen to, through the air I am breathing. Through me.
A River’s Tale
Imagine two roads parallel to each other having a wild river between them. Two roads that both lead to the same place. Two roads; one for me and one for you. And every time you’re feeling tired and you want to stop walking, a bridge appears that connects our paths and you can rest on my shoulder. Sometimes constraints will want to drag me back to the road and you’ll be wondering why are you still staying at the bridge. But when you’re doubting your way, you can always look at both paths and smile cause there’s always gonna be a bridge. Sometimes the bridge is so huge, you can’t wait for it and you run, without noticing your surroundings. Your beautiful surroundings. Sometimes you fall down so hard when you run to reach the next bridge, that you end up losing the bridge from your sight. These are some hard times. But don’t give up on the love that creates the bridges which connect two beautiful paths. Two roads, two people, different from each other. At these hard times, you ought to look back and ask yourself. Have you forgotten something behind? Something so strong that either blinds your way to the next bridge or reminds you how happy you can be(?).
-P.T
"Και η αληθεια ειναι οτι γνωρίζουμε τόσα λίγα πράγματα για την ζωη, ώστε να μην ξέρουμε ποια ειναι τα καλα και ποια τ'ασχημα μαντάτα"
1753-1755 Bernardo Belloto. Βυζαντινό μουσείο, εκθεση "Ερμιταζ" 2016.