"Two"

Staged and directed by Dimitris Papaioannou, music by Konstantinos Bhta

Prometheus Imprudent

artwork by Kostas Tsoklis

Laurie Anderson - World Without End

" I remember where I came from There were burning buildings and a fiery red sea I remember all my lovers I remember how they held me. World without end remember me. East. The edge of the world. West. Those who came before me. When my father died we put him in the ground. When my father died it was like a whole library Had burned down. World without end remember me ..."

words and music by Laurie Anderson

Sputnik Sweetheart

The first time Sumire met Miu, she talked to her about Jack Kerouac's novels. Sumire was absolutely nuts about Kerouac. She always had her literary Idol of the Month, and at that point it happened to be the out-of-fashion Kerouac. She carried a dog-eared copy of On the Road or Lonesome Traveler stuck in her coat pocket, thumbing through it every chance she got. Whenever she ran across lines she liked, she'd mark them in pencil and commit them to memory like they were Holy Writ. Her favorite lines were from the fire lookout section of Lonesome Traveler. Kerouac spent three lonely months in a cabin on top of a high mountain, working as a fire lookout. Sumire especially liked this part:

"No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength."

"Don't you just love it?" she said. "Every day you stand on top of a mountain, make a 360-degree sweep, checking to see if there're any fires. And that's it. You're done for the day. The rest of the time you can read, write, whatever you want. At night scruffy bears hang around your cabin. That's the life! Compared with that, studying literature in college is like chomping down on the bitter end of a cucumber."

"OK," I said, "but someday you'll have to come down off the mountain." As usual, my practical, humdrum opinions didn't faze her.

Sumire wanted to be like a character in a Kerouac novel - wild, cool, dissolute. She'd stand around, hands shoved deep in her coat pockets, her hair an uncombed mess, staring vacantly at the sky through her black plastic-frame Dizzy Gillespie glasses, which she wore despite her 20-20 vision. She was invariably decked out in an oversize herringbone coat from a secondhand store and a pair of rough work boots. If she'd been able to grow a beard, I'm sure she would have.

Words by Haruki Murakami, photo by Jasek Gasiorowski

Baraka

Tokyo Moods

Northern Lights

JJ emails from the top of the earth.

"I'm in Canada mate, off to see and shoot the Northern Lights. I only wish things could be so beautiful, mysterious and simple. A trick of the light, shifting into the midnight sky. Yeah, it only takes a natural phenomenon to wake up my poetic self! I'm scared to fly back to a bombarded London, the silliness, the globalised economic turkey thrown upon all of us. I have to stay there for a couple of weeks then head up to Northern Scotland to catch the Aurora once again...and even if I do know that could not survive in the wilderness for more than a week, it feels nice daydreaming. Just me and my closest friends looking up trying to capture the uniqueness yet totally fluid and continuously passing effect of the Northern Lights.
I met a girl called Aurora just the other day...Here they still name their children after a trick of the light... "

(Photo From AurevoirGoodbyeSoLong blog)