The more I talk to him the more interesting he becomes to me. This is a problem because he is not someone I should be developing interest or feelings in.

With every day that passes by on Meganissi I am feeling more and more at home. It's a strange feeling to have as I have often felt that I don't really belong anywhere. I don't want to leave this island.

I sat down with my laptop at the cafe. A man behind me leant in and asked, “Are you an artist?”. Confused by the question, I immediately asked myself– am I an artist?

Today I travelled from Athens to Meganisi. I set my alarm for 4:30am to be ready to catch a taxi to the bus depo at 5:30am.

I’ve finally done it. I’ve managed to pull myself together enough to make it to Greece alone

The concept of love is a topic which has been pondered for centuries and it has evolved with time. I can’t really define love; Id like to, but it seems impossible to really encompass it by way of definition…