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this place is so bad for me

how can someone love themselves.. i don't view my relationship with myself like that, i cannot "love" myself because i can only love other people. even if i tried to view myself like that, you could never love someone living in your head 24/7 with their worst most horrible habits and thoughts in full view, you'd get sick of them.. it doesn't make sense. i think it's a useless phrase for me at least

when i go back home in august i wanna walk aimlessly around the empty campus all day...it's gonna be such a great opportunity to experiment with my camera too i <3 brutalism

if i dont kill myself in the next 2 weeks it's a sign

also when he told me about having been a radio operator i jokingly asked him "was it like all those kavvadias poems?" and he replied "it was *exactly* like the poems" and winked .....

visited my fav bookstore yesterday to get a little something for my bday (hobsbawm's on nationalism) and the owner remembered me :) he's this really cool 70 year old dude, he used to be a radio operator on cargo ships for like 3 decades, and now he runs a lot of the local cultural events like theatre plays and book presentations

so much humidity so much sweat it's crazy