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