
When August Asks Nothing of Us
Some seasons are not meant to be productive. They are meant to loosen our grip a little, to soften us

Some seasons are not meant to be productive. They are meant to loosen our grip a little, to soften us

When they emerged from the tunnel, the sun had not yet set. Nikos looked behind him. He expected to see

The obsidian remained open.. Across its black surface, a narrow entrance descended deep into the earth. No end could be

“Now Procris…” The whisper travelled along the stone rows, passing from one side of the theatre to the other… “Procris.” The woman

Nikos looked at the woman without answering.. “Tell me a lie,” she repeated. “Something simple. Something we both know isn’t

Neither of them moved.. The people who had appeared along the theatre’s stone rows remained perfectly still, their faces turned

“Would you like me to wait for you?” Nikos looked first at the meter and then at the driver. The

The summer heat wave was unbearable.. From early morning, the sun had spread itself across eastern Attica without the slightest mercy.

For a few seconds, Nikos believed that Athens had no sound.. of course that was just before.. he opened the

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” Dina looked up from a stack of books that had just arrived. Open

“Is this your only piece of luggage?” Nikos looked at the airport attendant as though he had not understood the

While wandering through the little souvenir shops during my holiday, moving without much purpose the way we sometimes do when

There is something deeply comforting about quiet confidence. Not the kind that announces itself when it enters a room, not

Some postcards are beautiful.. Others become mirrors.. This one has always been both for me.. I don’t remember the first

There is a quote that has been making the rounds lately: “If you’re running in the wrong direction, your speed

The other day, I opened a small online game.. Nothing serious, just the kind of game people play when their brain

In my family, we are very disciplined during the week.. Meals appear at roughly the same hours, as if summoned by

Not in the official way, at least.. They don’t show up in the photos you keep, or in the anecdotes

This morning, I walked down to a small beach near my home.. The sea was still wearing that quiet blue it

What a self-taught learner taught me about language, patience, and paying attention.. There are certain things we stop noticing simply
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