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“Intimacy is linked with feelings of closeness among partners in a relationship. It is usually characterised by love and attachment. These feelings may or may not be connected or confused with sexual feelings. In other relationships, intimacy has more to do with shared moments than with sexual interaction.”  “This is not an exact definition”, continues […]

I first used the term ‘Post-Pandemic Theatre’ as a self made sarcastic term while I was writing an essay for HfMT Dramaturgy Master of Arts department – during the first lockdown in March 2020. I would dare to say that back then, our imagination of the effects the new virus would have brought on our […]

“..μια μέρα του καλοκαιριού θερμή  που ο νους μου ανέβαινε στα ιδανικά,  αυτόν εδώ ονειρευόμουν τον νέον Ερμή.” The context of the above lines refers to the travel of the mind to its ideals.  It is a small part of my favourite poem Tyaneus Glyptis of C.P. Cavafy.  The carver, the protagonist of the poem, […]

On that rock; the eternal one; the white one; the cool one in the mornings; boiling hot around two o’clock in the afternoon – the sun was burning it at that time – there, at two o’clock in the afternoon, the mountain gave the sun a little space to caress us. That rock could fit […]

March 2006. Vrachati, Greece. A killer sun was blinding my eyes. I had a small talk with a group of co-students under an oak tree, in an undefined landscape. Somewhere among a field of olive trees and the promise of a beach further down, but it was cold, I don’t remember the sea. I’m wearing […]

We are all stardust, and one day we will return to the stars. Someday there will be other worlds, filled with other beings, star-people like us, born from the ashes of another one – a dead star. A star that today we call the Sun. D. P. Simopoulos I have been planning this evening for […]

Wake up. Wake up and let me tell you a story.  The years have passed and you too have forgotten. You told me once with conviction that you would not fail to remember. Memory is a fickle thing.  Listen, my dearest. Every morning I go for a walk. I cross the canal, I stand on […]