Funfuckership
Have you ever been to a lake in the morning?
When everything is drenched in moisture, and a shiver runs down your spine? It's chilly.
Sometimes, you get the feeling that the mist and the dripping leaves are the souls of the dead, trying to speak.
After all, everyone knows that still waters are never holy.
But-does it even matter?
As if the sea, though blessed, hasn't swallowed its share of the living.
Fifteen-year-old Christos is about to learn the hard way not to dig up things that were buried for a reason.
He was never one for church, no matter how many times his mother and grandmother dragged him to receive communion every Sunday.
So what?
He always found a way to play the good boy and still do whatever he pleased underneath it all.
Who was going to stop him?
He wasn't born to fulfill anyone's expectations.
But nothing will turn out the way he expected.