I've forgotten what's good about it.
I no longer remember the meaning of sano.
What is good and what is bad?
Everything normal now hurts and I've gotten used to it.
I can't find answers to the simplest questions.
At what point did this unhealthy routine become life?
I feel like I'm drowning and I don't remember how to swim... I'm already so far from the shore that I can't stand up.
Could it be that the good times are negative and I cover them with silk?
I don't know what is real anymore...
I am so used to the escape routine that I proceed to the emergency exit with my eyes closed.
What a way to die.
Photography by Alexis Vasilikos
Curious and brazen; inflamed with disconcerting realities and lyrical aspirations.