Antigone Kefala

Define yet again this propensity to write journals – an ongoing conversation with oneself, the inner necessity to define to a certain extent one’s relationship with the events of one’s life…

Photographs / The past / a drink, a coolness / we thirst for. / The past / a drink, a poison / we thirst for.

March: The days very still and very hot. The light dusted over the city. No one called, no one came. Very pleased with the silence.