“μου μιλάς με κάκτους και γίνομαι έρημος”
(“you talk to me with cactuses, and I become desert”)
Θ. Μαρκόπουλος (T. Markopoulos)
Tonight, I finished this stupid, psycho sketch that I was making the last month, in order not to think, to forget, and ease the pain. Every line of this sketch is a thought.