Still life Φωτογραφίες & κείμενα: Απόστολος Μόκας Design & Layout: Ultragrim [ultragrim.tumblr.com] Πρώτη έκδοση: Δεκέμβριος 2018 Οι Απρόβλεπτες Εκδόσεις λειτουργούν υπό την αιγίδα της Αστικής Μη Κερδοσκοπικής Εταιρείας «Εργαστήρι Κοινωνικών, Πολιτιστικών, Φιλοσοφικών, Οικολογικών Ερευνών», Καλλιδρομίου 57-59, Αθήνα Web page: www.ekdoseis-aprovleptes.gr Email: info@ekdoseis-aprovleptes.gr Κεντρική διάθεση: Βιβλιοπωλείο Αλφειός, Χαριλάου Τρικούπη 22, Αθήνα, 10679, τηλ. 2103623092 ISBN: 978-960-99847-7-5
Babylon This is reality filtered through the eye of apocalypse We fight the same wars, we praise the same gods The Babylon, 2018 When all hope is lost, you better create new hopes When heroes die, create the hero of your own Armageddon It’s the realm of chaos, the jungle’s law Love is homeless, love needs no home Love loves Babylon
Somewhere on the road pt.I
Budapest
Royal Garden, Prague
Prague Castle, Prague
Budapest
Gรถrlitzer Park, Berlin
Somewhere on the road pt.II
Stanraer - Cairnryan ferry terminal
Dublin
Friedrichshain, Berlin
Wallring Park, Hamburg
Piccadilly Circus, London
Bethnal Green, London
Sankt Pauli, Hamburg
Nijmegen
Mayflower Park, Southampton
Helsinki
Warsaw
Ioannina
Bremen
North Rhine, Limburg
Liverpool Street, London
Waterloo, London
British Museum, London
Sunset on the road
Sifnos Island
Tate Modern, London
AJZ, Erfurt
P8, Karlsruhe
Descendents live, Arena, Vienna
Stuttgart
Cologne
Chania Port, Crete
Matsaggou Squat, Volos
Matsaggou Squat, Volos
Juha West, Stuttgart
Hamburg Docks
Hamburg
Belfast
Corfu
Volos
Sailing on
Corfu
Bremen
Bremen
Volos
Volos
Navarinou Square, Thessaloniki
AJZ, Erfurt
Castle, Trikala
Backtrack live, Juha West, Stuttgart
Kombi, Nünchritz
BerlinSuburbs
Football Stadium, Trikala
Straight from the city that never wakes up, 2018 Mid-life crisis amidst real life crisis Lost in this never-ending ocean of useless shit The city that never wakes up, anxiety that never sleeps Songs to kill the boredom, screams to make you think Pictures as medicines and words that burn you to the ground Losing the last inch of hope every fucking day The future is bright for the dollar-people The dollar-people playing with puppets, you & me Spending hours, weeks, months, years in front of a screen Committing suicide for crimes we never committed This is real misery, not the fake one you read in books This is our misery, not the one that artists use in order to be loved Fighting every day to sleep every night Fighting every day under the same fucking sun, the same sun Striving to remain calm, sane and whatever they want us to remain To remain neutral, a puppet Straight from the city that never wakes up, 2018 Straight from the democracy of homeless people and the imprisoned poor Tonight we lost hope and if you think this is pessimism, it is We lost one hope but we didn’t lose the whole battle for hope Tomorrow’s another day with the same fucking sun And one day we’ll read this and we will laugh Adios