The Power of Keep-walking

 Dear Future Historian,

I met a miracle engineer.

He popped up at the park, I was sitting with my friends in. We had a portable speaker playing Jazz. It was my first day out after a long time and after I asked from the universe that day for it to be therapeutic. I felt kinda drained lately.

My sermon on the mount

Blessed be those who read to listen and not to judge.

Blessed be those who keep their eyes open not only to look at the form, but to see the context, for they will be the first to hear the new narratives.

The Moon hanging from a Tree, or something (Flash Fiction)

 As I am preparing my rope with reverence, I am wondering what Odin was thinking during the nine days that he was hanging from the tree of life, how he filled his mind with pride of his humbleness.

What a jerk! That is what all gods have in common, I suppose.

For Bot’s Sake (Short Story)

‘Happy 100th birthday sweetie. How do you feel to be joining us in the middle-aged community?’

‘Hey Sis. Thank you...? OK, I guess.’

‘Do you accept guest?’

‘Did you pay your privacy-tax today?’

Inner Dialogue

Dear Future Historian,

Today I was informed indirectly, by her psychologist, that I don't exist cause she's not crazy enough! I believe the way it was phrased was: It’s time you admit the fact that even you know that she does not exist… because you aren’t schizophrenic; you're just autistic with big imagination. 

Lexi-Crisis

And now, I must rely on this questionable literal-abilities student, in just 2200 words... but so be it. I know that Story is risking a lot by helping me. Let's see if that will work. I've been  trying to speak for centuries, but it's our fate for my kind -as the Moires wanted it- to need a host, even though we are not a Parasite. What an I rony!

On dreams

 Dear Future Historian,

 

Let’s talk about dreams. The, so called, 5^th dimension. This mythopoetic realm of Chronos. Where time is irrelevant, and continuity unnecessary. The best efforts of our subconscious to talk to us, according to Carl Jung.

Are you reading what I am writing, or am I writing what you are reading?

Someone

somewhere, at

some point.. opened a book. And

 as s/he turned, or

              scrolled, in the first

page,    imagined.. and

              created..

Miracle engineering

8:10 am

Dear future historian,

 

Sometimes we already have what we asked for, and we don't even know, we don’t even notice. I saw a tree some days ago, that reminded me of one of my stories. It looked like another important tree of my life.

On free will

08:44pm

Dear future historian,

 

I had lovely walks in the last two days. I know everyone is boiling, but I love this whether. I am usually cold and because I get sensory issues with cloths, I need to wear many layers to not be cold, and then I get claustrophobic in my own skin (actually cloths.) In this weather finally I feel free, with just one layer.

Interconnection, through-out history

Dear future historian,

01:43pm

The thought of you started when I was a child. One day, when I was about 9 or something, I saw the coolest thing I had seen so far. Archaeologists discovering skeletons, just a block from our flat. Greece is full of ancient stuff if you dig (the metro in Thessaloniki is being paused by ancient discoveries about a million times by now (since the '80s!)

Thoughts of Immortality

Thursday 30/07/2020 7:56pm

Dear future historian,

Still most of my peers at uni think immortality is a terrible idea (In the philosophy forum.)

As I might have mentioned before, I was -and still am- quite surprised when I started this ongoing conversation, about 20 years ago, and I found out how much everyone seemed to be terrified by thoughts of immortality. Even death seems less scary to most people that endless life.

Existential terror crises

Dear future historian,

 

24/07/2020

1:41pm

I am having a small existential terror crisis, Steven-Fryed induced, bless him. So, remember the ‘Victorian secrets?’ Apparently, the Spiritual movement started as a ripple effect, by some ‘Fox sisters,’ that fraud people using.. sound effects (!) to convince ppl* they communicate with ghosts. So.. you know, then YouTube algorithm suggested Fry's documentary, that he speaks about being bipolar and gives a brief description of how the manic episodes manifest differently on each person; in some it can be something like a religious fever, or god-syndrome, or.. spirituality obsession. Then Sam Harris in a podcast the other day talked about fraud-gurus..

Intergalactic cable, or penguins?

Dear future historian,

 

My need to dedicate my journals to.. someone, started in my teens. I was raised in a born-again Christian family, and it was not a matter of debate whether there is any kind of privacy at all, even in my head. Both God and the devil supposed to have my brain's passwords or something, and I would have to be judged, or at least forgiven, for each thought that had questionable motives.

Thus my thoughts had a feeling of.. how do we see in the movies these interrogation rooms with the double mirror, that’s glass from the other side? And I always thought it looked silly when people used it as a mirror, as if they didn't know that they were being watched.

London, Sisyphus.. and my legs hurt

Dear future historian,

My legs ache so bad..

I walked so much yesterday. And I totally forgot that I haven't walked much after the lock-down. I just assumed my walking skills were waiting for me (and the World) to be ready. So it was kind of a surprise when I woke up today and every step hurts even more than the last one.

'The rent of existence,' like to be alive you can't just 'buy your stats' and then just put them on the side, expecting them to wait for  you, whenever you feel like it (feel like running, waking for miles in a day.. living again among people, etc.)

It's like you need to keep paying rent, or a tax or something, constantly, or the 'stats' are reduced, maybe even taken away.

We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one

Dear future historian,

Today feels weird. Not sure why.

A mix of too much and nothingness, boredom and stress, overload and not enough stimulation.

It took me like forever to make an add on Facebook for my book. Then I spend some time contemplating on how unrelated you are, my dear future historian, with my book, and how confusing it might be for my Facebook page visitors to see my letters to you, when my 'buy now' button is a mindfulness book. And after that most of my 'free-time' was spend on 'kitchen trips' in search for snacks -that I ending up not eating, because I get anorexic when I'm stressed- and some ADHDing (as I use to call that, like going up and down for no specific reason.) In general, a lot of disappointment on my self and a lot of doubt on my life's and marketing's skills.