Wear your best self, at the dinner table
by Christos Polydorou
The elegant solution in absolving your heart in spiritual elocution and the soul of diction is that you assist the universe to assist you in resisting against the poisonous ablutions of mechanical articulations of every big brother, every defeated father, every stone in every minefield, overturned, to reveal a blasted face. And for what? The past self? Screw the past self. The present self is. The future self can be. I look behind me, I see Greece. I look before me, I see Greece. Every where I look, is Greece. Is this Europe, or not?