In a cab in Miami, going to the airport to catch a flight back to New York. At the same time, Souppy, back in Athens, with a paid handler, is in a cab on her way to the vet to get chipped and vaccinated. At the same time, little Peefee is in the sky, her little body buried in a field somewhere. At the same time, my love is somewhere, with someone else, indifferent and happy. A family dispersed, forever. Life is most strange; who knew?
a friend wrote and sent me this, about me
“The Journey
The Present
A Tall, pre-posessing, highly intellectual, backed with a good portfolio, astonishingly talented and successful in all his endeavors. Loved by many, adored by his family, through blood sweat and tears, he arrived to where he wanted to be but, something is missing.
A few years back he lost the love of his life.
When that person left, not only did he have his heart broken, that occurrence broke a part of his brain too.
In an everyday soul rectifying pain, unbeknownst to most everyone he interacts with, he perseveres. He functions as an efficient person in anything he does.
Reminiscent of an autistic individual only when he has to perform a task, he perseveres. An obsessive finisher, he gets the job than, no matter what it is.
At the end of the day, when all the people are gone, when he’s all alone…
when he has the luxury to get in touched with his feelings, he breaks down…and HOW, nobody knows.
It’s private. Sacred.
Will he remain feeling every throbbing pain? For in doing so, it’s one more moment spent with whom he refers to as
“My love”,
Will he ever love again? Will he…
Rediscover life?”
Reverra-t-on
Une autre fois
Passer des trains
Comme autre fois?
C´est pas moi qui répondraa
Estella: Well?
Pip: Well, Miss?
Estella: Am I pretty?
Pip: Yes, I think you are very pretty.
Estella: Am I insulting?
Pip: No. Not so much so as you were Last time.
Estella: Not so much?
Pip: No.
*SLAP*
Estella: Now take that, you coarse little monster. What do you think of me now?
Pip: I shan’t tell you.
memories, or make believe.
or memories that I tweak and re-direct, into happy ones.
I’m in the air again. I know you like to fly. I do too.
So you’re sitting next to me.
This day in Texas reminded me of those Giessen days.
in passing, smelled the early spring blossoms of a tree
i lowered a branch for you to smell them.
in-flight wifi means i can post a picture of my crotch
and no one will know it’s for you.
Good evening Mr Samaras,
I am very sorry for the loss of your cat. The animal arrived at my clinic with severe pulmonary edema and thromboembolism and unfortunately, despite my efforts, died.
Although many causes may lead to such situation, cardiac dysfunction and thrombosis might me the most likely one. On the other hand, the disease cannot be predicted since it is an acute phenomenon.
Warm regards with all my sympathy,
Dr E. I. Papadogiannakis
Peefee
1999 – 2013
Veronica Lake in front of Paramount studios, mid 60s. For the most part of the 1940s, while under contract with this studio, she was one of the most reliable box office draws in Hollywood.
The day this photo was taken, they wouldn’t let her inside the gate.
I’m so stuffed with humble pie, I couldn’t fit another bite. Or can I? More pie? Ok, pie. Another piece of humble pie. And here I was, thinking I could not fit another piece of humble pie.
Waking up in a stranger’s home. I would have done most anything in my power not to be alone last night, and I kind of did. Had to revisit that sensory memory of those mornings where you wake up, knowing there is someone in the next room already going about their day.
na ekana apto antikeimeno tin peran-pasas-fandasias monaxia, afinondas to LA, epistrefondas sti NYC, nothing waiting but work and responsibilities, na tin valw panw se ena trapezi na tis petame velakia, i na tin kanoume stare contest.
