by Christos Polydorou
You are beautiful. Everything else, who to blame, what to eat or read, how to live, how you could be in your free time and with others, is derivative of that beauty. It is a river of its ocean; it is drops of its clouds; it is everything and nothing all at once. Narcissists get it a third right; the other two thirds are of course real passion and real restraint, my favourite real passionfruit and compound noun. You are beautiful.