i’m sitting on the floor of a dark, empty, echo-y, dirty room, eating stuffed vine leaves with my fingers out of a can. i wiped my mouf with the store receipt. #ghetto

The movers just left with my things. I feel like I’ve been butt raped by a rabid gang of inbred gorillas and left for dead. Only worse.

Also, it may be illegal but I’ll be hiding hiding in my luggage to New York (some of) my beloved lilac tree.

It took a whole week to close up and purge and be done with my huge ass apartment in Athens, now the movers are coming tomorrow. All my stuff will be on a NYC-bound ship for 3 weeks, bravely sailing across the scary atlantic seas. So romantic.

I had totally forgotten about her, hidden behind weeds in the veranda. You’re coming with me, missy.
[She’ll be getting a new weave in NYC. I’m thinking lilacs.]

As I pack up my apartment in Greece, it’s utterly brutal to come across my helmet from my movie Delivery, my Oswald pipe from Ibsen’s Ghosts and my Carl costume from Sarah Kane’s Cleansed, complete with severed prop tongues and some sand I kept from that swampy pit set.

Back in Athens to close up my apartment. Like a surreal bad dream.
In a few days, my cats and I, will be on a NYC airplane out of here, forever.