And here I am, amidst the puffs
Of smoke, flying dust.
For the future’s lure,
My breath is sold.
As I follow my shadow towards her,
I feel the cool stone beneath my feet.
Light creeps in through her traceries
And her presence dawns on me.
Glyphs crawl and scrawl over
History reddened with
wine and blood
Following the demolition of low-rise early 20th century housing in central Athens, the plots illustrated here emerge as transitory cracks in the co…