Dating London

Sitting by my window, reading Kokoro and listening to my Sunday Rough trade east discovery from Cocorosie’s latest album, I felt my cheeks … More

θέλω να σου πώ ενα παραμύθι.

Άνοιξε ενα μικρό κουτί από κόκκινο βελούδινο ύφασμα και έβαλε το κορίτσι μέσα. Πίεσε τα χέρια της γύρω από σώμα … More

It was never the end, it was always the beginning.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go … More

One is the loneliest number

Loneliness is standing alone in front of a red sky, like a vein of clouds beating alive.

nothing like we used to be

Landing. Heathrow airport. 33 years old and one day. Back to childhood, where memories were still liquid like a sea … More

.alberta street.

Έκλεισε την πόρτα του αυτοκινήτου της και ξέσπασε σε κλάμματα. Δεν μπορούσα να δω το πρόσωπό της, χωμένο στις χούφτες … More

το μώβ σου |purple|

Διαβάζοντας “για την μοναξιά” της Φρανσουάζ Ντολντό Υποσχέθηκα στον φίλο μου, που συχνά με “επισκέφτεται” σε τούτο εδώ το “σπίτι”, … More

whenever I see an X on the sky…

Whenever I see an X, I imagine of two people, two strangers crossing each other’s life, meeting each other in … More

how soon is too soon?

“What if we simply didn’t meet? If I was dead before you were born? Or what if at the same … More

I miss being a less free version of me in someone’s emotional slavery.

“You have it all”, he told her crossing his fingers with hers, “but then again you seem to be missing … More