then 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.
Read Morethe sea so calm today it was almost a lake. i call my mother and remember that other world as distant as a dream - home - where people know my name. i make noodles for dinner and sit in a silent dark bath where, underwater, i can hear the sound of my own heart beating.
Read Moresunsets these days are early and dark. i watched his boat arrive, and then later from the balcony, i watched it leave, a fading spark of light
Read Morealone in the darkness of autumn days, where wind can blow away all things, all dreams — i watch korean crime TV in bed
Read Morethe beginning of windy days, of a jellyfish sting like eating hot chili, of waking up at 4 in the morning and unable to fall back asleep, sitting here watching waves, dreaming of fish
Read Morethe sea after days of wind: full of fragments of trees like unfinished sentences, or omens. i swam here with a stranger who came to me like a half remembered dream…
Read Morewaiting to be smoked. the day so windy i’m almost blown away again
Read Moreit took me only three days to find my greek island ritual - waking up alone in a house by the sea is really waking up to the rhythms of the weather - outside, and within me.
Read Moretoday so windy you cannot think. i sat here trying not to be carried away.
Read Morei biked 6.6 km there and back to see the beach - more gentle than where i usually go swim, with lounge chairs and umbrellas.
Read Morehave i really only been here a week? it feels like a month has passed. i live by the changing moods of the weather. tonight the sea is so loud like a white noise machine.
Read Moreit was rainy all morning, but then the sun came out and i did what i do everyday: my greek island ritual — climb up to the highest hill to be blown by the wind, fall down rocky cliffs to lay down in the cold sea, half lit in sun
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