Μη μου τους κυκλους ταρασσε

There are some times when you’ve no idea why you’re writing or saying some stuff. And there’s this guy who’s staring at you with that puzzled bamboozled look. And you’re so into your own daedalian, idiosyncratic mechanism of thought that you don’t always get him or his puzzled mug. And whether he points that out or not, is always up to his own courtesy or disposition.


Ok that’s all.
Lights out.