This photographic project constitutes a kind of complicit relationship with the city of Thessaloniki. It is a synecdoche of it, simultaneously following my past and its past, moving through our present as both it and I change: the neighborhoods change, the way of seeing and the way of living change—yet in the end everything remains the same, static and impersonal, within a manifestation of an imaginary that tries to look forward while in fact looking only backward and sideways.

It is a placeless local gaze upon the city, a wandering of a wanderer in which the ancient, the garbage, the attempts at grandeur, and the architectural aesthetics of the Metapolitefsi and the antiparochí struggle alongside kitsch, glamour, and folklore to form together a landscape where neither the gaze nor time can find rest, but only bend under the weight of concrete and of a forgetting that is often deliberate and only rarely the result of entropy.

It is a defeated diary.