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Little boat

I came across one of these sweet fellows by accident and I remembered I had one when I was 5 or something like that. I can’t remember any details, just that I used to have a lot of fun with it, dipping it into the water and letting it come to the surface.

I was immediately reminded of one of the main reasons I love making music. So that I create memories, objects which will one day allow me to connect to my current state and meet with one my past selves, selves so remote I will not be able to identify.

Τρένο για Αθήνα

Σε βλέπω στο σταθμό και λέω: μ’ αυτόν θα μπορούσαμε να είμαστε φίλοι, είμαστε ίδιοι. Δε με θυμάσαι; με ρωτάς. Και σε θυμήθηκα. Και τα είπαμε τόσο ωραία και αβίαστα που ήταν σαν όντως να είμαστε ίδιοι, σαν να μιλάω με εμένα στο κοντινό μελλον.

Ελπίζω το οτι ακόμα δε θυμάμαι το όνομά σου να μη σημαίνει ότι όντως δεν γνωριστήκαμε ποτέ. Εις το επανιδείν φίλε μου.

Train to Athens

I see you at the station and I say to myself: we could have been friends with this guy, we are almost the same.
– Don’t you remember me? you asked, and I did remember you.
We had such a pleasant and effortless discussion, that it felt as if we were indeed the same person; as if I was talking to one of my selves from the near future. I hope the fact that I still do not remember your name does not mean that we never really met.
See you soon my friend.