[Note: this post comprises Facebook status updates that date from all the way back to last summer up until the present day. Some are borrowed lyrics from favorite songs, others are loans from books; however, for the most part I can take credit. I like to think of them as potential titles or cornerstones for future document projects; obviously all of them are susceptible of further analysis. None the less, I'm pleased to present you with the everyday contents of my head, whether they be mundane or dreamy, serious or funny, earnest or clueless, original or not, in Greek or English.. oldest record first.]
part 1: up to New Year's Eve 2010.
Dreaming............... the unspoken dream...... the story never told.
Uphills are hard... but one who never had to climb, never enjoyed the view; never will.
Love is born mostly under the most extraordinary of conditions... and our lives are simply too common.
What if I 'm not the hero? what if I'm the bad guy?...
We live our lives in a box shut fast... the isolation and the despair cannot compare to this nightmare: slowly becoming as idle and indifferent as the ones we'd criticized up until just yesterday.
Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me and you're still there...
Even Athens feels a bit mythical.. is there something out to get me tonight? I would like to think so.
Is there a name for that private little world of mine?...
I guess all good things come to an end... or do they ever really?...
How I despise our deterioration, our decay, our withering, our decadence... why can't we just stay forever young?
Let's hit the gas, maybe we 'll get lucky and run all misfortune over.
Life is not about the breaths you take... but about the moments that take your breath away.
...life has left me once again breathless with incredulous surprise...
Vicky is unavailable at the moment. Not here. absent. elsewhere. please leave a message after the beep.
Living life to its fullest... not a minute going to waste.
Λόγια μεγάλα, ποιητικά, ανεκτέλεστα, λόγια κοινά, κενά, «καπνός κι αιθάλη», που ίσως διαβάζοντας τα να με οικτείρετε, γελώντας και κουνώντας το κεφάλι.
Don't worry... I don't bite. on weekdays.
The wildest dreams I'm having... I'm having them with eyes open wide.
Try as I may to convince myself it doesn't matter if I occasionally slip... I curse myself while struggling to stand up again.......
The day is indisputably tampering with my temper.
I search every corner, there's nowhere to hide...how can you hide from yourself?
It's a good thing I have a new bed here... this way I can lie down comfortably and pretend to be fighting the insomnia. Seriously though........ How can one miss what -or whom- they've never met?
Hit the gas pedal, make the engine roar......
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, to say that for destruction ice is also great... and would suffice.
I don't care if they say it's one of man kind's greatest inventions, and spare me all the practicality talk: CONCRETE SUCKS.
If one can't think of anything good to say, then it would be best if they just shut the f* up already... and leave me be.
Watching with incredulous eyes as our past, present and future are being reduced to ashes.
I should have run... instead I stayed....
Let's try and salvage what we can from this severely battered summer...
Giving up trying to be good. I 'm just going to do what I want from now on, and let the chips fall where they may.
Falling into the same familiar tedious patterns of my life.... now there's something that's susceptible of change.
Someone quick bring the time machine!!! so that I can stop time from bringing the weekend to an end all too soon again...
Open the windows!!! the air feels stagnant in here.... or is time that feels that way?
Κάτι τέτοιες ημέρες... με καφέ και τσιγάρο...
I don't know where I'm going, but I sure know where I've been
hanging on the promises and songs of yesterday
but I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time...
And what else could be a better incarnation of Hell on earth, if not an Athens bus??????
Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars- points of light and reason… and then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.
Tired of the tedious, the shallow, the unimportant, the inescapably mundane. where's the thrill? where's the excitement?
Think you there was or might be such a man, as I this dreamt of? If there be, or ever were,one such, it's past the size of dreaming...
I don't want to work. I don't want to remodel my freaking house. I just want to lay back and do nothing. or lay back and just read. but definitely lay back.
Back hurts, head throbs, nerves all tangled up together like Medusa's hair, how I yearn for my bed...
Announcement: if my answers frighten you, then you should cease asking scary questions. stupid ones, too.
Οι εποχές έχουν αλλάξει τόσο ριζικά από τότε που κατεβαίναμε στις διαδηλώσεις κραδαίνοντας πλαστικά σημαιάκια στα χέρια, με τα μυαλά πλημμυρισμένα κληρονομημένες πεποιθήσεις. Αν υπάρχουν ακόμα άνθρωποι που παίρνουν αυτές τις εκλογές σοβαρά, ας σκεπτούμε...
Star-eyed and moonstruck...........................................................
Something to calm my nerves and distract me from the tumult...
One thing that I know, once I put my coat on I'm coming out of this all wrong... and I've got no fight in me in this whole damn world to hold off..........
It's not the beauty of your face, or the music of your voice, nor the strength of your arms, not even the calm persistence that runs through your whole existence that takes my breath away. it's the fervent intensity that lights your eyes when you whisper "I love you"...... (don't mind me, I'm thinking Twilight)
Laid back and peaceful with my bubble securely sealed and impenetrable around me.
I bet Edward would appreciate metal music.
Do not ask which creature screams in the night, Do not question who waits for you in the shadow. It is my cry that wakes you in the night, And my body that crouches in the shadow...
A bag full of medicine, a hand full of tissues, a head full of worries.
...but what the most disturbs me, is that the whole of humanity today seems to be having the foolishness of children, but not their innocence as well.
Ah... the tedious bullshit of every day life....
Games without frontiers.
Με πόση ευκολία χλευάζουμε έννοιες για τις οποίες κάποτε πρόγονοί μας πολέμησαν και πέθαναν, ώστε σήμερα να είμαστε ελεύθεροι και να μπορούμε να τους χλευάζουμε κι αυτούς με ευκολία. Καλή 28η.
In the face of October the 28th.......
the history of our country is one, continuous and indivisible.
I am proud I was born in this ancient land, proud to be part of its long history.
Τhe most cynical amongst us will say we have very few things to be proud of...
I say, we have a lot to be proud of, and it's in our own hands to multiply the reasons. This past-derived certainty makes me bloat with pride for my lineage, my heritage.
We've gone a long way... still a long way to go. We will walk that long line with our heads held high.
Another day of strange mood swings, mental confusion and unsettling doubts.
It's interesting to see how the world is perceived by some people.. interesting to see their reactions when reality hits. suck it up, it's not getting any better... not until you act on it.
ah... freaking forbidden fruit...
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I resurfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, right in the middle of my midnight?...
Um... what was that again?
I 've always wanted to be considered as being strong. The care-taker. But now, I've come to wonder whether that was the greatest mistake I've ever done.
What do I look like? The wizard of Oz? You need a brain? You need a heart? Go ahead. Take mine. Take everything I have.
Vacillating between the rock and the hard place.........
Lost in the aftershock... har, har.
This world is a really f*-up place most of the time... not that I didn't already know, but having it confirmed every single day is disturbing, unsettling and nerve-wrecking. And since nobody ever seems to give a sh*, I wonder why I do.
I retract my previous statement... the world is a cool place after all.
These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn't even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?
Shhh.... hush, world.... stop all the noise and let the dreams flow on the streets...hear their mesmerizing whispers... let them take us to another place, another world...
How soon is now?...
To everything and everyone that's ever been a burden.... oh yeah. good riddance.
Telling people what they already know says everything about your anxiety-and nothing about their abilities.... being told what you already know is exactly the same, only all the more exasperating.
A new week, a new start? how many new starts is one person entitled too? how many new starts can one person mess up and still be worth even more?
The everyday role I play is just as important as the real me, or even more. For the role is the dream of who I want to be, represents the living struggle to make it real. What is life worth without it?
Now that I have nothing... I resolve to be nothing.
No, it's not the sensitive, fragile little girl so in need of love you'll find under the armor. It's the electric soul of Dawn underneath the fragile mortal surface of my mask.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... [Edgar Alan Poe]
Rocking Friday from its heels.
Trying to reason with some people is like pushing against a concrete wall... self-exerting, exhausting, and eventually totally futile. why even bother...
When the worthless and the petty take all the credit and the worthy and good get nothing in return for their efforts... f*it.
I'm all about personal accomplishments today. task #1: CALM-DOWN
There has to be something out there that pleases the eyes and calms the soul... task#2: finding that something.
I've learned to be self-sufficient over the years. I don't need people supporting me, not really. But I do need to feel that they'd want to, regardless....
You know what's worse than feeling claustrophobic? feeling like a coward. here goes nothing...
Too bored to work, too anxious not to! quite the quandary...
I've one thing to say: if I had the amount of stupidity going round in money, I would never have to work again in my whole life.
Time to concentrate on the positive, instead of dwelling on the negative... I will to be the person who can think in this way.
Why does it bother me so much, that it always seems better in some ways to be feared than be respected?...
Dreams and reality are in a way like cell phones and water. a contact between the two can potentially end badly. especially for the cell phone.
It's becoming pretty clear to me that it's "better", safer at least, to talk behind people's backs than straight to their face. nobody will appreciate honesty any more. they'd rather not know. so maybe it's better being a bitch... if you can. can you? can I?
I like how 2010 sounds, it's a nice round number.
We're always leaving the old year behind us, hoping the new one brings us what our heart desires, when in fact we should be ignoring the passing years altogether and simply chase after what our hearts desire. Time is inconsequential, just ticking of the clock. I think I'll go hunting and let it tick alone.
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