have you ever been to a black sand beach? it feels a bit like an exquisitely beautiful, post-apocalyptic (post-volcanic) world.
Read Moreit’s my last day in santorini and i drew the feeling of what i see
Read Morei picked a cactus fruit from the middle of nowhere, and then i got attached. now it’s time to say goodbye.
Read Morethe act of leaving is a process (by now, a ritual) which begins the moment I ask the question: should I leave?
Read Morea serendipitous encounter after I got lost one day — the essence of life in fifteen minutes.
Read Moreit is the kind of hike where you feel as though you are walking along the edge of the world — or the edge of a dream.
Read Moreand so i find myself in a place which is famous for its sunsets - and i am asking myself the question: but is the sun not the same, everywhere?
Read Moreyesterday I went walking along the calderas before sunset - (there was no sunset, it was so cloudy) - encountered two cats, one dog, and several humans
Read Morean ongoing illustrated map of santorini which i’ll add, edit, evolve as i discover more of this island.
Read Moreskaros rock is a rock formation which juts out into the sea, and venetian fortress ruins that look like a pile of rocks - so I call it: the kingdom of volcanic rocks.
Read Moreon my first day in santorini, I walked from where I’m staying to fira, along a footpath through the caldera of breathtaking views, down to karavolades stairs, which should be called - the wide winding path guarded by donkeys
Read Morethen the day came in which i left the island; an entire month lived by the changing moods of the sea and the wind. walking desolate roads and becahes with no one on them
Read Moremy host gave me some fruit from her garden, and then I went to the market and bought more pomegranates
Read Moredays so windy that it blew away everything: a table, cigarette stubs, the wifi. i went deeper into my cave and remembered the beauty of my kaleidscopic mind - after a long absence.
Read Moreone day i took a bus into the mountain villages and saw a blue domed church at the top of a mountain peak
Read Morei took a bus to a tiny village inside mountains and fields of olive trees. I walked ancient footpaths to a byzantine church surrounded by the sound of bird wings. the villages are mostly empty in november. i listen instead to the silence inside me.
Read Morea few days ago i sat at the port after sunset, and watched flocks of birds fly overhead, while the sky turned colors, like an orange-cream popiscle - my favorite flavor as a child.
Read Morea greek beach cat made himself at home in my lap today, and i was sad to leave. even after 15 minutes. i wanted to take him with me. instead i biked 8km home again, in early darkness.
my world looks like this these days. i wake up. i write. i work. i listen to the sound of the sea — though these days it’s silent — and i try to recall the meaning of art, of money, of traveling, of life.
Read Morethe day i biked 17 km (to and from) plaka beach to lay down alone on the sand, feeling like the only soul alive in a desolate place. back again through winding village roads reminding me of a spring in rural japan — except with the smell of goats and olive trees and mediterrean sun.
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