SYNAXI

It’s an assemblage […] continuity

But I can’t stop realizing

The way reality makes my life seem like a patchwork dress

There are rituals to rehabilitate this “broken” feeling

Re-enactments of remembrance

Re-enactments of oblivion

Connecting the pieces of the dress

The pieces become intuitively functional

They exist by their own

They have to - or else I fail Sometimes I have to wear this dress I look at myself in the mirror

And I say, “This is me”

Who am I when naked?

[…]

And they search for continuity

Re-enactments of […]

Connecting these pieces I have to wear these pieces

It’s a dress of oblivion

It exists to fail I look into the mirror

The way the dress conceals It’s a re-enactment of nakedness

This is an assemblage

It exists to re-enact […]

[Στίχοι του συνθέτη / Lyrics by the composer]