Monthly Archives: February 2012

Promenade IX: Visitors

(I am reading an extract from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden)                                                              “I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.

When visitors came in larger and unexpected numbers there was but the third chair for them all, but they generally economized the roon by standing up. It is surprising how many great men and women a small house will contain…


One inconvenience I sometimes experienced in so small a house, the difficulty of getting to a sufficient distance from my guest when we began to utter the big thoughts in big words. You want room for your thoughts to get into sailing trim and run a course or two before they make their port. The bullet of your thought must have overcome its lateral and ricochet motion and fallen into its last and steady course before it reaches the ear of the hearer, else it may plough out again through the side of the head…”

Photos from my temporary office for the study and the registration of the “discoveries” of my reverie-travel held during the “Utopia” project at the autoorganized space of “Orizontas Gegonoton” team.

photo 1. Rika Krithara is reading Walden, sitting at the chair of society                                                       photo 2.Alexia Celia Peza is reviewing my notes from friendship chair, Maria Peza is at the society chair. Rika Krithara and Orestis Tzirtzilakis are standing.

Promenade IX: Solitude

(I am reading an extract from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden)

“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitute. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervis in the desert.”


.Photos of Angelos Antonaropoulos performing the Whirling Dervishes’ dance in the yard of the Tower of the Winds. From my reverie-travel held during the “Utopia” project. 

The site of Thoreau’s cabin.