I got drunk and puked on the toilet. My friend told me to stop texting and appreciate reality – that’s when it’s most beautiful. For a moment, I felt like I was melting into the walls, into the sofa, into people, into conversations. Things felt at some sort of equilibrium – either the outside matched the chaos inside; or the inside was finally tamed down.
I screamed at someone obscenities in Greek, Portuguese and Italian. I have blurry pictures and a random footage of brilliant minds talking absolute shit. I love it when serious people are still able to generate huge amounts of absurdities.
I slept in a couch, with a pillow over my head so my back hurts but things felt ok. Not just then, temporarily, but also, the future felt ok. A good friend is leaving back to his home country, and it feels somewhat nice that I am sad about it.