Athens, a former european city, full of desperate lonely people, torured by work, relationships, drugs, ugliness, pride and prejudice.
The moto has been for the past few years “βασανίζομαι”, a word meaning, I feel tortured.
You see the word written on every street and every wall.
…And yet, I couldn’t love people more and little does it matter that I couldn’t feel more loved, as it makes no difference for my ability to reach goals.
I do however, have a creeping suspicion that there might be an art movement, forming slowly from the cracks of everyday frustration, which might turn out pretty real in the end.