The authenticity in the omnipresently felt experience of living.

by Christos Polydorou

2017-05-14 15.42.25There is so much to mourn in this life, isn’t there? It’s almost as if the grieving never stops, and why would it?
Today we Greek Cypriots dress as the widows dress, and we twist our faces like the aged can, and we weep like Elektra, in the epic tragedy by Sophocles. We do not eat, we do not enjoy, we become black holes which literally suck all joy out of the universe.
We free the human race from suffering.
#15thJuly1974 #CoupDetat #DominoOne 

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Notes on the photographs; the first was taken in South London from the top of a red double decker bus, late afternoon, in the last two months, and the second was again taken in 2012, in Aglantzia, to observe where the fields of the Republic of Cyprus because part of the pseudo republic of northern Cyprus, recognised by no other country internationally.