Μη μου τους κυκλους ταρασσε

I’m in a hurry to get things done. Dozens of things. I keep making checklists and schedules and filling up my wall with post-its; and I can feel it’s asphyxiating.

My wall is asphyxiating. I am asphyxiating. I keep thinking of the things I want to do when the post-its are over. So many books that I want to read, so many films to watch, so many places to visit.

I cannot work, I cannot write, I cannot seem to find my bloody Crazyland after all. And I simply cannot find any trace evidence of my fucking missing inspiration. Give me a break here, will you?