This is a space for returning.
To the imperfect.
To the unfinished.
To yourself.
Some doors are quieter than others.
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If you are not sure where to go, start here
- Ode to a rock / Ωδή σε ένα βράχο
A reflection on panic, love, and the difference between those who endure you and those who stand beside you—steady as a rock. - Thread / Κλωστή
At a funeral scented with incense and Greek coffee, she learns that care is the one thing that stays. - No departure /Χωρίς αναχώρηση
At a small provincial bus station, Periklis writes what travelers leave behind.