Don't you sometimes wish you could watch your life as a film, again and again, fast-forwarding through the embarrassing moments, freezing the wonderful scenes so that you could zoom in, have a closer look, memorize all the magical details, re-live every second several times until your whole being was saturated with warmth and sweetness and nostalgia?

Is this a fantasy a byproduct of our camera-obsessed culture, I wonder, or did people dream of re-playable memories long before the invention of film?

Picking up the pieces. The kids decided to burn the city, making us realize that we're no longer kids. Does youth hide in the body or the mind? Because I fear my soul is slowly greying, drying up; a process of gradual disintegration, unaccompanied by the merciful blessings of wisdom and maturity.

Christmas is made of sticky sweets, dizzying lights and cheap alcohol. A season to eat, drink and be merrily violent. Don't waste your only chance to buy a piece of heaven wrapped in glittering cellophane- as seen on TV. Only the pious shoppers among you shall earn their much longed-for 15 minutes of airtime.

Holidays are prone to seizures of uncontrollable misery, despite the gifts, family gatherings and long distance phone calls- or maybe because of them. I'd cry, if my eyelids weren't waterproof. I'd miss you, if I'd ever held you near. But you're you and I'm me, you're there and I'm here, with miles and miles of land and water lying between us, and all these unspeakable barriers nobody ever dares to cross.

What is hope and what would our lives be without it? Why does it like to hide in the ashes of past glories and stifling establishments?

Everyday I pray to my newly found god: Google. Like all deities, It is man-made and inherently flawed; seemingly infinite and dangerously seductive; deaf to human prayers yet often employed as a means to achieve homogeneity of the masses; prone to exaggeration and intolerant of doubt; governed by arbitrary laws and susceptible to all forms of organised violence.

Therefore, every night I denounce my beliefs and go to bed cleansed, reassured and empty.

Some people love to hear the sound of their own voices. Let us take a casual stroll into the past's dusty corridors. Tomorrow is not ours to recover, so praise the benefits of paraphrasing. The point of control is to inspire in us the desire to lose it- remember that? All I wanted to do was stand naked in the moonlight, but life is a game with complicated rules.

Images of destruction have become part of our daily routine- effortlessly, it seems. What are we but insects caught in webs of intricate patterns? Strange faces entering your universe. Becoming familiar. Then vanishing. A never-ending cycle. This is no tragedy, this is reality mystified. Curiosity's bitter blessing wasn't destined for mass consumption. Repetition has a purpose, today.

Break the spell- my expectations are asphyxiating. Nothing in this world was made to last, we only have now to win or lose. The prize is just a memory- your choices shall define its aftertaste. I suspect we'll never manage to bring down the walls; I say, it does not matter, there's beauty in miscommunication, there's beauty even in anticipated pain and retrospective monotony.

Believe me, I hate to talk politics, but this situation invites speculation. Greece has become an incubator for reactionary spirits- not exactly in the positive sense of the word.

Kids who have learned about life from videogames and reality TV. Today they seek to destroy a society that gave them too much to eat and too little to dream of. Financial crises and environmental disasters- if the world's just about to end, we might as well finish
it ourselves.

Adrenalin mixing with rage. We watch the city burn, night after night. Horrified yet tempted. Suddenly the road home seems like a pretty scary place. The law of the streets states that anything is permitted. How can you condemn something you understand?

And the older generations, they have long become accustomed to being robbed, and used and lied to by politicians, priests and salesmen of all kinds. But now their precious cars are in flames, their holy shop-windows lie in pieces, their children roam out of control, and the foundations of their sweet, self-righteous, gold-glazed certainty have began to shake...

Sometimes, just sometimes, i feel like a fool. Priorities that don't much- your name is high on my list, my name is barely mentioned in yours. Most of the time, I can handle it, I don't let it bring me down for too long. I remind myself I've been through worse; that I'm the only one to blame for getting myself stuck in emotional dead-ends.

Still, once in a while, my defense-mechanisms fail; the dream ends; I wake up lonely, and all these people surrounding me cannot fill the gaps. Flirting is good, but how can it ever suffice when you've known trust and warmth and companionship?

Meanwhile, work is starting to dominate my life- not a wholly unwelcome change, yet it's hard to adjust when your reality keeps shifting. In my dreams, I miss deadlines and interviews, I say the wrong things to the wrong people, I am fired due to personnel cuts. When awake, I'm consumed in doomed attempts for tension release and the hopeless pursuit of oblivion...

Do you truly fear failure more than fear itself? What will happen if you don't meet up to your own expectations, if others reject all that you represent?

Fly over islands of snow. The world is so vast, it doesn't really matter where you're standing, as long as you keep altering your viewpoint, as long as you keep learning, challenging, asking questions and not surrendering until you've found the answers you're seeking.

I wasn't blind before I met you, but, in a way, I was mute, bursting with all those thoughts and emotions left unexpressed; I was deaf to the noise and music of this world; my skin was cold and my eyes were dry; I was afraid of feeling...