the goodbye committee

these are photos from the last, very small calamari dinner in the old house Santa Marina Spa. Andronikos and Inam have been getting them – i think. And this cute little balcony-sofa? It is in my balcony now
I spent August immersed in dazzling laziness. More or less along the suggestions of luxlotus. “The last ten days of summer are for… watching Wong Kar-Wai movies, seeing friends in person, prepping for a dazzling fall, running errands, falling behind, swimming if lucky, sleeping late, eating well, laughing loud, and not… blogging.”
I excelled in falling behind. I woke up at 4 in the evening today, after having gone to bed in the morning, again. My August has been sentimental. I spent it with friends, none of which are still here. The guests left, naturally. But the non-guests also left. They left for good. They went back to the cities they had originally come from. Athens, Thessaloniki, Patras. In the same week, i found myself at the port for the fourth time, looking at people who were waving at me from the deck of a large ship. I had taken them there along with their oversized suitcases. I seem to be in some kind of Goodbye Committee this summer. And it is exhausting.
We did have a lot of goodbye parties though.
(Now excuse me, while i go to the sea, for i am one of the lucky ones who swimm)