unsighted writings.

Five principles

1. Act on your highest passion to the best you can.

2. Take it as far as you can until you can’t take it no further, then you look for the next thing that contains more excitement and more passion than anything else.

3. Act on your passion with zero assumption of what the outcome is going to be.

4. Remain in a positive state no matter what happens.

Quick short breaths do not fit into the vault spaces,

the veil of myrrh creeps forward like an angel or demon.

goddamn bastards.

The sweat comes new and indecent among colorful windows,

while the chorus of fragmented sound waxes and wanes every second.

fuckfuckfuck

The old thoughts that arise make themselves shameful here,

in a sphere of reverence, power and hope.

gamó to xristó mou.

Am grateful to sit here inappropriately with your friendship abandoned,

As the sun was setting I happened to think about various dystopian elements that I had come across in recent years, I had written them down just in case I came up with some idea for a story or art maybe.

In this particular place,

where I am stripped from convenience,

all these representations of a society that has lost itself in its own comfort seemed surreal.

And so the will to talk to a friend came about. The first did not pick up. Neither did the second. Or the third. I tried dad, no luck. Beep, beep, beep, beep.

A few more was knocked on by humorous tones of despair,

but the doors remained shut away from telemarketing.

I had become that,

Much of evil in this world is due to the fact that man, in general, is hopelessly unconscious.

There is times when you find yourself being appreciated by someone. A friend or maybe a lover. How about those compliments huh? Sometimes they seem underserved, overstated - and we think for ourselves; is he making fun of me?

You’re smart enough to know when the answer is no. And when it is, appreciate the appreciation. Admire the bravery it takes for someone to show that kind of emotion, and try to learn from it.

The scene is ridiculous and perfect

inside out, a slight shine from the lanterns

reflected in pools gathered in rockstone

formed by sleepy rain

numb knocking drips play

background music to foreground music

Julie London's voice

along the walls and into the glass in his hand

round, round, round

even and circular movements

seen from the outside it looks absurd

minute after hour, stirring through the rain

almost with apathy

perhaps terapeuptic indifference

but what if the contrary

could be closer to the truth

big emotions but not in abundance

if you belong to God's fairy tales

she woke his heart

a kiss that got him

to breach limits of skies

as it is written in the books

tragic excessive descriptions

conditions that can not be explained

because they are inexplicable

but that was the truth

a lost angel - incarnated

and under her wings

Finally, I came out on the other side,

but this was not what I had imagined.

Or was it? A sudden uncertainty struck me.

A few minutes of contemplation had me realising that yes, my hopes were different, but reality actually seems to agree fairly well with my expectations.

With a dizzy mind recovering. Surprisingly, it takes a while to catch up after almost three years of traveling through a confusing hyperspace.

But I think I am happy to be here. Several years alone, through - and past worlds towards a destination I was not even sure existed, was sometimes unbearable.

Luckily, I had several of the old scriptures with me, which, in times of hopelessness, gave me peace. The bizarre thing is that it should have finished me, and without having fully understood why it didn’t, my soul felt safe from reading such beautiful thoughts.

Especially Aristophane's speech in Symposion was inspiring, where a kind of fabulous credibility held the frameworks for an extraordinary story about the gods, eros and man.

And now

here I am,

in all this empty hollow and new land.

I came to realise how complex it is,

how sophisticated everything is

The outcome became a spontaneous applause to it all.

It must have looked quite strange

when I walked there

In my solitude,

I seek to see the processes form patterns of hope

But with indifferent and motorized bodies

I rarely see them, so how can we fight?

We have become equally alike,

homophobic jokes

racist comments

Entirely according to the captivating doctrine of free capitalism

Deliberately injured, absent and dehumanized

It's beautiful here, with dried grass caressing our legs

Our dangerous thoughts of synchronized anti-love

While the warm veil of the sun flows between us

Then we hit hard, ruthlessly and without thought southwards

Towards the weak, women, poor - intensifying polarisation

And no snowflake will complain when we do it in the name of democracy

Our identities were formable, granted to the highest bidder

Now? We are probably finished, functional. Shaped according to the manual

I stride across the isle of knights

As desolate as an empty museum

I walk in the frame from a different time

Whispering red and yellow stone houses

A single aging oak tree

And rose bushes, shy and oblivious

An atmosphere that breathe balance

The music is so palpable that I can touch it

Yet so far away that I cannot hear it

I have it in my hand, happiness

Around the corner sits a lonely boy

And I offer him the trade

I continue along the cobblestones

Now with sorrow inside