DAY 10 (18.05.2026)

(Exquisite Corpse)

We got into the bus; there was a HUGE spider hanging off the back of the seat. It kept dangling between my legs then would scurry back up.

So, I unzipped my pants and put it inside. I felt it pulsating; it was stimulating.

My heart sinking; those words made my blood boil. They are not allowed a private beach party! I wanted to throw them out to the sea—out to the fish, or maybe throw them to the cow in its pasture.

Gliding through pastures in a fancy tour bus, pit stopping for a swim. I rushed and lost my balance, suffering a serious toe injury.

But the water was blue and I was so happy. Tom was suddenly pulled underwater! We searched & searched but he was gone. On the shore, a muddy muscled figure appeared.

He looked so charming in grey. Not everyone does! Perhaps he ought to have been scared, but after a long informative day, even the fear response was dulled.

And the joy came again to fulfill our day full in colour, flavours, and so beautiful people.

Kefalonia is open to the ones having a sense of beauty—to artists, and thinkers, and to you.

To the fancy bus, friendly cats, flashing wind and to me.

Stay healthy. Stay beautiful. Stay alive.

There was a blue alive-ness in the saltwater and mud of southern Paliki, where many of us aimed to stay healthy by slathering our bodies in clay. We had just stood on a tipping rock hoping it might teeter.

I did try the facial grey clay with success and good result, but my family still thinks that they lost me. I was very sad about it, I almost cried, but then I remembered that my skin was glowing and that I am fab!