It was an hour before sunset and I left the taverna to go swim.
I knew that if I swam in front of them everyone would look at how good I look. But I did not want this, no matter how exciting the idea was, I still preferred to go defec4te in the mountains.
I needed to collect my thoughts. This was a crossroad, as I once said “I hate crossroads in Crete, I would go everywhere”. There are always guidelines one can observe: the choices your grandparents made, how to fix them, what you did yesterday, where the moon, the list can go on. I headed in the direction of the Pelekita cave like the day before, and I knew I could find the spot where to sleep to be as alone as a urchin in the crevice of a rock, or, second option, to be that very rock which intoxicates the urchin while the music in waves pours over the hearts. First of all, to find my spot.
At the gate which separates Kato Zakros from the beginning of the path to the Pelekita cave I found the lesbian couple whom I had stumbled upon in the morning, they were motionless in the way.
They were not sitting, not walking, nor grazing like the sheep beyond the fence, nor contemplating the landscape. The sight of that useless scene made me crack up. They seemed to be on the path to the cave but they were not willing to move forward. They were a literal hay bale. Sometimes hens hide in it and lay an egg. I walked fast as if moving on asphalt not willing to talk to those ridicule entities. They just looked sad and withered. For a moment I thought my mind had created them, like a gardener disposes the vines before they wield the grapes. I said, fuck it, first we find a spot where to defec4te. Then we will see what other fruits my garden has in store.
I began climbing higher and higher, where only goats could see a trail. I wanted to reach a remote area where I could not even see a ray of light coming from a human source. I found it. Toilet seats are a disease, toilets are essentially ghay: the byproduct of overcrowding. It always feels liberating to fertilise the earth, and that’s enough of a reason to eat good food. Eat as the earth wants you to give it back. This way all the various dietologists, assisted toilets, individuals stuck into the anal phase of freudian schemes, perhaps even diseases and schools, would finally cease to exist.
After this I headed to my rocky private bay to swim. It was getting dark, I was shoeless and on my knees to avoid the urchins hiding in the seamoss.
The highest sensation on the planet, to be myself and free in spite of what I see and saw. To kneel down to the spring that can quench your thirst, and realise this water is God, and you can love without losing yourself, and the conflagration and disintegration and union of the rocks, the story of the rocks is alive into the sea, still feeding the world of the fishes and my own. Beautiful creatures, with no names, with strange mugs, submarine plants, cavities in the bottom of the sea, and the thoughts of the ancient which descended in them. My body is purified once again for surrendering to the waves. This is a perpetual orchestra, this is the voice of the shell and of all my dreams. Dreams of mine that you could not distinguish from yours.
I was then the hottest while traversing the village in my sunglasses after sunset to reach the car, but I did not want anyone to stop me, not having the slightest idea of what to do with my hotness. Perhaps put a shirt on or something? I reached the parking lot and I turned on a citronella candle. My happiness has no boundaries when I am part of nature, that’s my only goal, but I was also happy to dress up in a good white silk top to make someone’s night worth the mental shot. There is no difference between appearance and being when I dwell in my sanctuary. Refined vests or friable leaves are the same. No makeup, but olive oil all smeared over my skin.
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