“I don't believe a woman has ever truly loved a man for his thoughts. Andreas didn't have any special thoughts either. It was as if I was living in a still life. Everything was there, perfectly painted, but something was missing. And what was missing was the meaning.
We would gaze into each other's eyes for hours, I couldn't detach myself from him, I was looking at him, looking at him, and what did I see? An endless feeling that was entirely mine... You were the one who gave it meaning, then. You were my brother then, my father. I will say it again, I think about it often, how you accepted it... How did you accept this position?
Paraphrasing Spinoza's saying "God is indifferent," Alexis Stamatis speaks to us about an unaffected life, apathetic and indifferent to the passions of the heroes. Love triangles or quartets, a familial slaughterhouse, a merry-go-round of existential plunge alternate in an atmosphere of light drama. With evident theatrical flair, Alexis Stamatis represents the cry of a complacent present that refuses to succumb to the memories and stormy expectations of the protagonists.
