Trapped in the city

Trapped in the cities most of us, trapped on a struggle to gain quality in our lives. A never ending circle. We eat polluted food, we drink mutant liquids, we swallow a massive blow of useless informations. At the end of the day, we make plans of how to escape from all this, but ironic through the same patern of the city rules. It is impossible. The plan of "green" way of living in the city is like cut off your hand by your own will and then polish a great wooden one and be proud of it.
Most of the people say it is only about "money". No, money is just a representation of power and those who manipulate it.
We work 11,5 onths the year's circle just dreaming where we are about to escape just for few days. Simple as that.
Remember the last time you layed on the ground, the last time you ate not too much but walked for hours in a silent forest. Made a fire to dry humid from a bath on a river. Can you exchange those feelings with whatever garbage money can buy? At the end, those of us who Honor the Gods, and we prepare seasonal Rites wishing and asking for "calm winter", "good seeds", rain to fall and winds to blow, even if our wishes are being heard by the Mighty Immortals, how can we possible understand, feel and live them?
Smashing the cage of modernity, does not mean primitivism.
Smashing the cage of modernity, is to minimize the length of the chain that trully holds us tied up near the disqualification of our own lives.
We will stay just for a little while in this life, at least we remember only one each time, it is not our right to live it according to the natural way, it is our obligation, as things we propose to others , means nothing unless we deal with it on our own first.
A pale, cloudy day in Athens, and it means so much right now. Their shade have the power to reveal on us a side we have forgotten.

 
On the front of an athenian store. A great secret wish by a passing by graffity kid that possibly he did not realise. Great Pan is Alive inside the walls of oblivion..