«Κήδος... τα προς ημάς απροσάρμοστον» [Αννα Κομνηνή: «Αλεξιάς» (A, X2)] («μια φροντίδα (κήδος), που είναι απροσάρμοστη στα δικά μας πράγματα»)

I abandon the exhausting pursuit of an old piece of myself. I do not try to restore myself, I do not say "I'm going to describe myself" but..."I'm writing a text and I will call it Dimitris Bibicos". I shift from imitation and entrust myself to nomination. I'm only the imaginary contemporary of my own present, contemporary of its languages, its experiences, its utopias, in short, of it's mythology or of it's philosophy but not of its history, of which I inhabit only shimmering reflection, the phantasmagoria.