Robert Palmer. Johnny and Mary. Nicholas and no one. It's Monday and its the same as it ever was. I walked the streets of Manhattan today and returned some items from my shoot that I had on Saturday. I we t and I exercised a bit and then went home and sat in the comfy room of my house and watched a few episodes of "the office".
Some days it feels a bit pointless. in here. I talk to no one for days. I spend hours on end with myself. and spend days dreaming. I remember leoforos kiffisias. it sits on my shoulders. the view, the heat. the sound of the church bells from holy trinity screaming from across the street. a connection and a life that was never alone. nothing like NY.