First time I met my son was when he was 4 months old, back in 2011. My wife had given birth while I was on an inpatient rehab programe. I had been an addict for 10 long years.
In my attempt to redefine my relationship with society, as a person; with my companion as her spouse; and with my child as its father, these images come out of me.
*Tragic figures we are. Methinks that being aware and conscious is not conducive to true happiness.
One lives more blissfully when one is unaware of how tragic life is.
We. Are. All. Chasing. Our. Own. Selves.
In the very end, only thing that might remain, is Love; in the sense of relentlessly striving for what is ideal...
Transcreation in English by Theo Bouchelos
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