Sometimes, I think of myself as a future memory

Sometimes, I think of myself as a future memory / 2020

Narratives, athenian walks, traces and topographies of an absence on bleached denim surfaces

 

Memory of Tomorrow

Sometimes, I think of myself as a future memory.

A brief existence, as a past in tomorrow. 

A stranger in the crowd.

 

I am trying to remember how nostalgia feels.

As a memory of tomorrow. 

All these things I might have forgotten,

from a world I haven’t seen.

 

Sometimes, I think of myself as a future memory. 

A latent shape, as a past in tomorrow. 

A rotting idea.

 

I am finding a place with feelings, I am about to have.

Yet memories of tomorrow. 

Wandering around, like the feathers of future melancholia.

 

Sometimes, I see a stranger as a future memory. 

A shadow of obscurity, not able to establish tomorrow.

An ominous cloud.

 

I am looking into a fluid, yet mixophobic world. 

As a memory of tomorrow.

A knife in the eye.

 

Sometimes, I think of myself as a future memory.

A stranger in the crowd.

Sick, living in a sinking body.

 

 

Anestis Ioannou / poem /  2020