Where does the art go when it dies? To the museums
“It seems that the critics that prophesy the decline of civilization, they often presuppose that civilization is something fragile, preserved only thanks to the...
The portrait of a dreamgirl
When I was working in Naxos, as a barman, I heard many stories about love. Not accidentally, I wanted it. When I met someone...
40 years in the shade
The woman that enters the café must be around 65 years old. She is well-dressed, made-up, smiling from ear to ear.
“I wait for company”...
Your best self is waiting
Be yourself – it is one of the most common pieces of advice you will ever get – from song lyrics or even fridge...
Birds of a feather flock together
Absalom, a forty-three year old man and a connoisseur of rock music in Kiato gave us a fair warning in the first place: “Rock...
Last Spring
'Death is a continuation of my life without me’
Jean-Paul Sartre
‘I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it...
