walking mind

It was after midnight and I was walking in Athens, after a nice encounter with friends downtown, sweaty and unavoidably full of expectations... At least I was full of.. It seems like every night during the Athenian summer is in search for the miraculous... At least for me. I am meeting nice and nicer people, talking about the current news, murders, fraud and environmental and architectural ethical limits. Art seems like existing someplace backstage; Hüseyin was in a way correct: in such a mystical and beautiful place art and its production and politics come in the second place; even for all of us that live in and for it. The Goya etchings were divine. I also love Angelidakis' hut on bios' terrace. I wonder how the yama looks.. Woody Allen. And I walked all the way to the parked car classifying building entrances according to flora, wood and marble. So real but still so far from now. Athens is made for walking; and thinking. Maybe we had enough of talking.